But he quickly feels bad because you give him the silent treatment. Refusing his pets, hiding under tables. You even refuse grooming time!!! You loved when he would brush your hair for you!! (╥ ω ╥)

So while you’re sleeping he gently scoops you up with those thick arms of his. giving you small kisses and coos while you wake up. And when you try to escape, legs kicking and wiggling with all your might! he just traces your hole. His finger against it. Finally pushing in when you whined enough. His two thick fingers pumping over and over as he whispers small apologies to you.

“Oh, I know, I know, m’such a meanie. M’sorry I’ll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or I’ll stop”

Large, delicate wings sprout from your back. They twitch and flutter with your emotions, catching the light in striking shades of blues and purple. The sort of thing even war-hardened soldiers are careful to make room for in the hallways, a fear of accidentally destroying such natural beauty.

Of course you're no stranger to flirting, or even gifts from the bolder personel on base. Yet, you always turn them down. A stunning creature not of the world they live iin, covered in grime and dirt and wrong-doings while you glitter in the sunlight.

And somehow, ghost of all people manages to catch your fancy.

People can't believe it when they see you flocking to him the second he arrives back to base, having to calm your fluttering wings with a quick twirl in the air. Even still, your antennae are twitching from the second you talk to him to the moment he's finally pulled away to deal with post-op work.

No one understands it.

How a sweet, delicate thing like you could possibly want anything to do with the guy who has "accidentally" broken multiple recruits' fingers. Ghost is all death and blood and vile urges. He is war and he is violent. You should be disgusted by him.

The truth? You think he smells delicious.

Always covered in blood, or his gear never being fully cleaned of it. Others make the effort to get the smell out, but he let's it sit.

Drives your instincts crazy, proboscis tempted to unfurl in front of everyone so you can get a taste of the good stuff. It's hard not to associate ghost with good feelings when he always makes sure you're well-fed.

Simon had hoped that Johnny wouldn't try to mount you the second you got back from your trip to the vet, but he drastically underestimated how desperate Johnny could get.

Johnny whined, tugging against Simon to try and rut up against your ass. You whimpered, tail angrily hitting Johnny in the face. Your soft ears pinned back to your head.

"Sir, make him stop!" You mewled, managed to wriggle out of Johnny's hold, "Johnny!"

Johnny could smell your sweet pussy. Your perfect, sweet, tight pussy. Johnny needed his cock buried in your pussy yesterday.

"Johnny." Simon hissed, tugging Johnny back roughly by his Mohawk, "You can fuck her, but you're getting muzzled."

Johnny was about to protest, but went quiet after Simon gave him a pointed look.

In moments, a muzzle was pinned over Johnny's face. You weren't pleased. You didn't want this filthy mutt to knot you, but you knew better than to question Simon.

Simon sat on the couch, letting go of Johnny's leash. You screamed, trying to scramble away before Johnny caught you. He caught you easily, tearing your pants off of you.

You yelped, blindly swiping at Johnny with your claws. Johnny moaned, huffing and trying to bite at your neck. You gasped as your panties got tugged off, a chill rushing through you.

You heard Simon take his belt off, stroking his cock to your predicament. You mewled for Simon to help you as the wide head of Johnny's cock notched against your hole.

Johnny pushed in, all the way to the hilt without warning, making you yowl helplessly, clawing at the floor. You could hear Johnny whine behind you.

Without letting you adjust to his length, Johnny humped against you roughly. He barely had a rhythm, just cruel, sloppy thrusts into your (shamefully) sopping pussy.

"You can fuck 'er better than that, boy," Simon said from the couch.

Simon's words spurred Johnny on. His thrusts got harder, tip nailing your G-spot on repeatedly. You mewled and sobbed into the carpet beneath you, your tail whacking Johnny in the face.

Johnny gripped the base of your tail, lightly tugging. You cried out, jolting as the touch made you spasm and cum around Johnny's cock.

Johnny groaned like he'd been shot, his free hand moving under your tummy to toy with your sensitive clit. You writhed and yowled, whimpering from oversensitivity.

You could feel Johnny's knot starting to inflate as he rutted into you. It brushed your pussy lips each time Johnny pressed into you. His thrusts felt good. So good, too good.

"J-Johnny! Please, oh-" you sobbed, your clit throbbing, "I-I can't! No, n-no! I can't cum again, please!"

Simon laughed behind you, "Don't be a bitch, kitty. You'll take what Johnny gives you, won't you?"

Johnny huffed, his sweat-covered, hairy chest pressing into your clothed back. His thrusts started repeatedly smacking into your cervix. You could barely form a thought.

Johnny hit your g-spot once more, and you were gone, tumbling into another orgasm. Johnny's fingers stayed on your clit. You kicked at him, yowling like a cat in heat.

Johnny pushed in as far as he could before knotting you. His knot was pressed again you. You shook, trying to wriggle away from Johnny and his fat knot.

You had no luck. With a slow, calculated push, Johnny forced his knot past your entrance. Your pussy tightened around him, another orgasm rocking your senses. You gush around him, making Johnny groan and rub your clit harder.

"Attaboy, knotting your little bitch, huh?" Simon smirked, rutting his cock up into his hand.

Johnny ground against you, jostling his knot. A loud, sustained whine escaped Johnny as he finally came. You were stuffed so full. Your poor tummy bulged slightly. Johnny kept rubbing your clit, sending you tumbling through several more orgasms before his knot deflated.

When Johnny's knot deflated enough for him to thrust again, Johnny rutted into you like a man possessed.

Yandere!Raven x Dove!Reader

Yandere! Raven is literally a hoarder. His nest isn't just a bed, it’s a pile of shiny shit he’s swiped, broken watch gears, gold chains, expensive silks. But you’re the "crown jewel." he legit obsesses over how your white feathers look against his dark-ass room. He’ll spend hours just staring at you, thinking about how you’re the only thing in his hoard that’s actually alive.

He’s way too smart for his own good. He doesn’t have to lock the door because he’ll just gaslight you into staying. "Oh, the wind is too high for a dove today, you'll break a wing," or he’ll "lose" your favorite things just so you have to ask him for help. He loves it when you’re confused because it means you have to rely on his "big raven brain" to fix it.

His gift-giving is lowkey scary. He doesn’t bring you flowers; he brings you stuff that makes you stay. He’ll bring you the specific berries you like from three towns over just so you realize no one else is gonna cater to you like he does. It’s a total power move wrapped in "I was thinking of you" vibes.

Yandere!Raven is a freak about your "purity." Since you’re a dove, he thinks you’re this fragile, innocent thing that the world is gonna "stain." he won’t even let you see a dead bug. he wants your entire life to be filtered through him so you think the outside world is way more terrifying than it actually is.

The mimicry thing is the worst part. He can copy voices perfectly. You’ll be in the kitchen and hear your mom calling your name from the balcony, but when you run out there, it’s just him sitting on the railing with a smirk. "Did you hear something? must be the wind, little bird. Stay inside where it's safe."

If you actually try to fly away, he snaps. He’s faster and way more aggressive in the air. He’ll dive-bomb you or force you into a landing that’s a little too rough, just to scare you. Then, once you’re back in the nest crying, he’ll act all "sweet" and preen your feathers for hours, whispering about how you "almost got hurt" and he's the only one who can protect you.

He loves the aesthetic of you two together. he’ll make you sit in front of a mirror while he brushes your white wings with his black-taloned fingers. he’ll literally whisper about how you’d look so "dirty" out in the real world without him to keep you clean. it’s super unsettling how much he focuses on the "black and white" contrast of your bodies.

Synopsis: Bad bunnies don’t get rewarded for disobeying the rules

CW: spanking, threesome, manhandling, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, size kink, breeding, overstim, multiple orgasms, cream pies, buttplug, oral (male receiving), leg humping, corruption kink, punishment, brat tamer Geto, reader calls Geto & Gojo “Mr”, bunny hybrid reader

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

"Mr. Gojo!" You launched yourself at him, scrambling into his lap. Your cotton tail twitched frantically as you buried your face in his chest, your ears pressed flat. "Mr. Geto is being mean!"

Gojo's arms wrapped around you automatically, his blue eyes blinking in surprise behind his dark sunglasses. "Whoa, whoa, what's going on, baby girl? Why are you shaking?"

"He's trying to hurt me!" You clung to his shirt, making yourself as small as possible. "I didn't do anything!"

Heavy footsteps announced Geto's arrival. You peeked over Gojo's shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, his long dark hair loose around his shoulders, his expression deceptively placid. In his hand, he held something that made your blood run cold.

His pillow. With a very obvious wet spot on it.

"Suguru." Gojo's voice took on a warning tone, his arms tightening around you protectively. "Why are you scaring our bunny?"

"Our bunny," Geto said slowly, "has been very, very naughty."

"I haven't!" You pressed closer to Gojo, your ears twitching. "I've been good, Mr. Gojo, I promise I've been so good—"

"Then explain this." Geto held up the pillow, and even from across the room, you could see the evidence of your crime. "I found this on my bed. Still warm. Still wet."

Gojo looked down at you, one white eyebrow raised. "Baby girl? What's he talking about?"

"Nothing!" Your voice came out too high, too desperate. "I don't know what that is, maybe he spilled something—"

"She was riding my pillow." Geto's voice was flat. "While we were away. I specifically told her not to touch herself while we were gone, and I come home to find her humping my pillow like a bitch in heat."

"That's not—I didn't—"

"The bedroom still smells like her." Geto took a step closer, and you whimpered, pressing your face into Gojo's neck. "And when I asked her about it, she lied to my face. Told me she'd been a good girl all day."

Gojo was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking down your back in a way that should have been soothing but suddenly felt ominous. "Is that true, baby girl? Did you ride Suguru's pillow?"

"No," you whispered. "I didn't, I swear—"

"Look at me."

His voice had changed. Lost that playful edge you loved so much. Slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your head to meet his eyes.

He'd pushed his sunglasses up, and those impossibly blue eyes stared straight into yours. "Did you. Ride. His pillow."

You couldn't lie to him. Not when he looked at you like that. Your lower lip trembled, tears already gathering in your eyes.

"I... I was just so needy, Mr. Gojo." Your voice cracked. "You were gone so long, and I missed you both so much, and I couldn't help it—"

"So you did ride it."

"Yes," you admitted miserably. "But I didn't mean to be bad, I just—"

"And then you lied about it." His grip on you shifted, becoming less protective and more restraining. "You lied to Suguru's face. And then you lied to mine."

"I'm sorry—"

"You know what really upsets me?" Gojo's voice was deceptively light. "It's not that you touched yourself. It's that you used his pillow instead of mine."

"If you were going to be a desperate little slut, you should have been desperate for me." He pouted, actually pouted. "I'm hurt, baby girl. Really hurt."

"Mr. Gojo, I didn't mean—"

"And then you lied." He shook his head sadly. "Bad bunnies who lie get punished."

Your stomach dropped. "No—please—I said I was sorry—"

"You know the rules." Geto had crossed the room while you were distracted, and now he stood directly behind the couch.

"I think," Gojo said thoughtfully, "that Suguru should get to spank you. Since you lied to him "

"No!" Gojo's arms were like iron bands around you. "Please, Mr. Gojo, please don't let him—"

"Shh, baby girl." He maneuvered you easily, flipping you over his lap so your ass was in the air. "You brought this on yourself. Now be a good bunny and take your punishment."

"I don’ wanna! " Tears were already streaming down your face, your ears pressed flat, your tail twitching frantically. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good—"

"You'll be good after we're done with you." Geto's hand came to rest on your ass, and you flinched. "How many do you think, Satoru? For the riding and the lying?"

"Hmm." Gojo pretended to think about it, one hand pressing down on your lower back to keep you in place. "Twenty for the pillow. Ten for each lie. So forty total."

"Forty?!" You sobbed. "No!—that's too many—"

"You should have thought about that before you were a naughty little liar." Geto's hand squeezed your ass cheek, hard. "Count them. If you lose count, we start over."

The first slap echoed through the living room, and you screamed.

"Ow!—One!" You gasped out, your whole body jerking."Good girl." Another slap, harder. "Keep counting."

"Two—three—mmnh—four—" Each impact sent shockwaves through you, pain blooming across your ass. "Five —mmph—six"

"Look at that." Gojo's voice was almost dreamy as he watched. "Your ass is already turning red , baby girl”

"Seven—eight—it hurts!—nine—"

"It's supposed to hurt." Geto didn't let up, his hand coming down again and again. "This is what happens to bad bunnies. This is what happens when you lie."

"Ten—eleven—twelve—" You were openly sobbing now, tears and snot streaming down your face. "Thirteen—I'm sorry—fourteen—"

"Halfway there." Gojo stroked your ears almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the punishment being inflicted on your ass. "You're doing so well, baby girl. Just twenty more."

"I can't—"

Slap.

"What number was that?" Geto's voice was sharp.

"I—I don't—" Your mind had gone blank from the pain. "S-sixteen?"

"Wrong. That was Fifteen." He rubbed your abused flesh, almost gentle. "What did I say about losing count?"

"No— don’t start not over!—"

"We start over." His hand came down again. "One."

You wailed, your body thrashing against Gojo's hold. "One! One, it was one, please—"

They made you start over three times before you finally managed to count all forty without losing track. By the end, your ass was on fire, your face was soaked with tears, and you were hiccupping with every breath.

"There we go." Geto's hand rubbed soothing circles over your abused skin. "Forty. You did it, baby girl."

"Ok! I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again—"

"We know you won't." Gojo helped you sit up, pulling you into his lap properly. You winced as your sore ass made contact with his thighs. "Because now you know what happens when you're bad."

"I don’t know." Geto rounded the couch, sitting down next to Gojo so you were sandwiched between them. "I don't think you've really learned your lesson yet."

Your ears perked up nervously. "What do you mean? I counted all forty—"

"You counted your spanking." He reached out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "But you still haven't been punished for being a desperate little slut who couldn't keep her hands off herself."

"Or her pussy off your pillow," Gojo added helpfully. "Don't forget that part."

"Mr.Geto!—" Your voice cracked. "I already said I was sorry—"

"Sorry isn't good enough." Geto's thumb traced your lower lip. "You were so desperate to come that you humped a pillow like a mindless animal. So now you're going to cum until you're begging us to stop."

Gojo's hands slid up your thighs, pushing up the oversized t-shirt you wore—one of his.

Gojo's fingers found your panties, and he laughed. "Suguru. Feel this."

Geto's hand joined his between your thighs, and you squirmed with embarrassment as they both felt how wet you were.

"Soaked." Geto's voice was disgusted. "Getting spanked made you wet? You really are just a desperate little bunny, aren't you?"

"I didn't mean to—"

"You never mean to." He grabbed your panties and ripped them off in one motion, making you yelp. "Spread your legs. Show us the mess you made."

Your face burned as you obeyed, spreading your thighs to reveal your glistening pussy. Both men stared at you, and you wanted to close your legs, wanted to hide, but you knew better than to disobey again.

"Look at this pretty little cunt." Gojo traced one finger through your folds, and you whimpered. "So wet and needy. No wonder you couldn't control yourself."

"Please, Mr. Gojo—"

"Please what?" He circled your clit lazily.

Slap.

You screamed as Geto's hand came down directly on your pussy, the sharp sting making you see stars.

"Bad bunnies don't get to beg for pleasure." He slapped your pussy again, and you sobbed. "Bad bunnies take what they're given and say thank you."

"Thank you—" You gasped. "Thank you, Mr. Geto—"

"Better." He rubbed your abused clit, and the pleasure-pain made you moan. "Now, you're going to sit on Satoru's thigh and hump it like the desperate little slut you are. And you're not going to cum until we say you can."

Gojo patted his thigh invitingly. "Come on, baby girl. Show us how you rode Suguru's pillow."

Your face burned with humiliation, but you repositioned yourself, straddling Gojo's muscular thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your sensitive pussy, and you whimpered.

"Move." Geto's hand found your hair, gripping tight. "Hump his leg like the bitch in heat you are."

You started to move, grinding against Gojo's thigh with small, desperate motions. The friction was immediate, pleasure sparking through your oversensitive clit.

"That's it." Gojo watched you with hooded eyes. "Look at you, humping my leg like a needy little slut. Is this what you looked like on Suguru's pillow?"

"Yes—" You gasped, your hips moving faster. "Yes, Mr. Gojo—"

"Pathetic." Geto yanked your hair, forcing your head back. "Can't even go a few hours without something to rub yourself against. We should have known you'd be trouble when we found you."

"I'm sorry—"

"You will be." He reached around, finding your nipples through your shirt and pinching hard. "Now keep moving. Faster."

You obeyed, grinding against Gojo's thigh with increasing desperation. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your belly, and you could feel yourself getting close.

"Mr. Gojo! I'm going to—"

"No." Geto's hand came down on your ass, making you yelp. "You don't cum until we say. Hold it."

"But I need to! —"

"Listen hunny." Gojo gripped your hips, controlling your movements. You sobbed, fighting against your rising orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please—" You begged. "Please let me cum, I'll be good, I promise—"

"Will you?" Geto's voice was mocking. "Will you be our good little bunny?"

"Yes! Anything—pleasee"

"Then cum." Gojo's thigh flexed beneath you. "Cum on my leg like the desperate slut you are."

You shattered, crying out as your orgasm crashed through you. Your hips jerked erratically, grinding against his thigh as waves of pleasure washed over you.

But they didn't let you come down.

"Again." Geto's fingers found your clit, rubbing in fast circles. "You wanted to cum so badly? Then keep coming."

"Wait! s’too sensitive—"

"That's the point." Gojo held you in place as Geto worked your clit mercilessly. "You wanted to be a desperate little slut? Now you get to feel like one."

Your second orgasm hit before the first had even fully subsided, and you screamed. Your whole body convulsed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your ears pressed flat against your head.

"One more." Geto pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot. "Give us one more, baby girl."

"I can't! S’too much—"

"You can." Gojo captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your cries. "You will. Be good for us."

The third orgasm was almost painful, ripping through you with an intensity that made you see white. You collapsed against Gojo's chest, sobbing and shaking.

"Good girl." Geto's fingers slowed, gentling. "Such a good girl for us."

"Ok!—" You hiccupped. "No more—I learned my lesson—"

"Did you really bunny?." Gojo laughed softly, stroking your ears. "Y-yes!."

He lifted you easily, repositioning you so you were kneeling on the couch between them. Both men stood, towering over your small form, and you looked up at them with tear-stained eyes.

"Open your mouth." Geto was already unbuckling his pants. "Time to put that lying mouth to better use."

You obeyed, opening wide as he pulled out his cock. He was big—they both were—and your jaw ached just looking at him.

"Take it." He pushed past your lips, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. "All of it. That's a good bunny."

You gagged around him, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't pull away. Couldn't pull away, not with his hand fisted in your hair.

"Fuck, look at her." Gojo was watching with hungry eyes, palming himself through his pants. "So pretty with a cock in her mouth."

Geto started to move, fucking your face with shallow thrusts that made you gag and drool. "This is what your mouth is for. Not lying like a bad girl. Taking cock like a good little slut."

"Hah—ghk—hah—" You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but take it. Saliva dripped down your chin, tears down your cheeks, and you'd never felt more debased.

"My turn." Gojo tapped Geto's shoulder. "Cmon bunny."

Geto pulled out, and you gasped for air. But before you could catch your breath, Gojo was there, his cock pressing against your lips.

"Open up f’me." You took him in, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the way you knew he liked. He groaned, his hand gentle on your head compared to Geto's rough grip.

"That's it. Such a good mouth. Our perfect little bunny."

They passed you back and forth between them, using your mouth until your jaw ached and your throat was raw. By the time they finally pulled away, you were a mess—drool and tears coating your face, your lips swollen and red.

"I think she's ready." Geto's voice was rough. "What do you think, Satoru?"

"More than ready." Gojo was already stripping off his shirt. "Get the plug."

Your ears perked up nervously. "Plug? What plug?"

Geto reached into the desk nearby , pulling out a buttplug with him and Gojo initials in pink gems. He grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Relax, baby girl. It'll feel good once it's in."

You felt something cold and slick press against your back entrance, and you whimpered. "W-wait, Mr. Geto!"

"Shh." Gojo appeared in front of you, stroking your ears soothingly. "Just breathe. Let him in."

The pressure increased, and then the plug was sliding inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never experienced. You cried out, your body trying to reject the intrusion.

"There we go." Geto patted your ass, making the plug shift inside you. "Look at that. So cute."

"It feels weird—"

"It'll feel better soon." Gojo lifted your chin, making you look at him. "Now, Suguru is going to fuck your pretty little pussy while you suck my cock. And if you're very, very good, we might let you come again." He smiled sweetly. "Your choice, baby girl."

You didn't really have a choice, and you all knew it.

"I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise I'll be good, Mr. Gojo."

"That's our girl." He positioned himself in front of your face while Geto lined up behind you. "Now open wide."

The moment Gojo's cock slid past your lips, Geto thrust into your pussy in one brutal motion. You screamed around Gojo's length, your body overwhelmed by the dual penetration.

"Fuck, she's tight." Geto groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Even tighter with the plug in."

Gojo thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Our pretty little bunny ." They found a rhythm—Geto pulling out as Gojo pushed in, keeping you constantly full, constantly overwhelmed.

The plug shifted with every thrust, adding another layer of sensation that made your head spin. "Look at you." Geto's hand came down on your ass, and you yelped around Gojo's cock.

"Taking two cocks like you were made for it. This is what you needed, wasn't it? Not a pillow. Real cock."

You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but moan and whimper and take everything they gave you.

"She's close." Gojo could always tell. "Can feel her throat tightening. You gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna cum with both holes stuffed full?"

You nodded desperately, tears streaming down your face.

"Then cum." Geto reached around to find your clit. "Cum for us, you desperate little slut."

Your orgasm crashed through you so hard you nearly blacked out. Your pussy clenched around Geto, your throat around Gojo, your whole body convulsing with pleasure.

"Fuck—" Geto's thrusts became erratic. "I'm gonna—"

"Inside her." Gojo's voice was strained. "Fill her up, Suguru. Breed bunny pussy."

Geto came with a groan, spilling deep inside you. The feeling of his hot release triggered another mini-orgasm, and you sobbed around Gojo's cock.

"My turn." Geto pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, they were switching positions. Gojo's cock, still wet from your mouth, pressed against your entrance.

You gasped. "I can't—s’ too much—"

"You can." He thrust inside, and you screamed. "You will. One more, baby girl. Give us one more."

He fucked you hard and fast, his cock hitting deep. The plug making everything feel tighter. You were crying from the overstimulating sensation, but you didn't want him to stop.

"That's it." Geto appeared in front of you, his softening cock pressing against your lips. "Clean me up while Satoru finishes. Be a good bunny."

You took him in your mouth obediently, tasting yourself and his release on his skin. Behind you, Gojo's thrusts were becoming erratic.

"Gonna fill you up," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll feel it for days. Our perfect little breeding bunny."

"Fuckk!—" You pulled off Geto's cock just long enough to catch your breath . "Please, Mr. Gojo, please—"

"Cum with me." He reached around to rub your clit. "Now, baby girl. Cum."

You shattered one final time, your orgasm ripping through you as Gojo spilled inside you. You could feel both their releases mixing inside you, dripping down your thighs, and the thought made you cum harder .

"You did so well." Gojo pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Such a good girl for us."

"Our perfect little bunny." Geto's voice was soft, all traces of his earlier cruelty gone. "You took your punishment so well."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, exhausted. "For riding the pillow. For lying."

"We know, baby girl." Gojo pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. "You're forgiven. Just don't do it again."

"I won't." You nuzzled into his neck, your ears finally relaxing. "I promise."

"Good." Geto reached over to adjust the plug still inside you. "Because next time, the punishment will be much worse."

Gojo stood, carrying you easily. "Bath time. And then maybe we'll let you ride something other than a pillow."

"Really?" You perked up, your tail twitching hopefully.

"If you're good." He winked. "Think you can manage that, baby girl?"

You nodded eagerly. "I'll be so good, sir!”

You loom over him, kneading at his side and biting on his neck as you practically mount him. He yelps and stiffens up at first, but just relaxes and lets you dry hump him.

He’s just laying there, taking your rough treatment as he lightly grooms your head or stretches out for a nap. You’re trying to be intimidating and dominant…

So you yowl at him, his ears perking up at the sound. When he looks up at you, you quickly shove his face into the pillows and climb on top of him, holding onto his hips as you mount him again.

He’s perplexed, blinking against his pillow as you grind your hips into his ass. But he relents and pretends that you’ve bested and completely dominated him, letting out soft mews and whimpers, hoping it calms you down.

that’s their baby now.

price had already tried to take it away, saying that there were no pets allowed on base that wasn’t the bomb-sniffing dogs or rescue dogs.

feline hybrid!reader almost took off his entire arm if it wasn’t for the rest of the team pulling him back in time.

it now officially lives in your room.

But if there’s one part of your body that man can never stop grabbing up on it’s your ass. No matter its shape or size he practically drools over it, foaming at the mouth and trying to stop himself from sinking his fangs into the soft flesh.

He makes up for it by touching your ass every chance he gets.

If you walk past him you best expect that ass to be smacked. And when you turn to look at him like he’s crazy he’ll be biting his lip, appreciating the curves of your form.

When you’re cuddling whether it’s on the couch or the bed he’ll hold you close. Enjoying the intimacy of the moment. But the second his hands start wandering, tracing over you, don’t be surprised when his hands inevitably make their way to your ass.

Curling his claws around however much you’re working with. He’ll give your puppy tail a few nice pets just to get you horny before returning to your ass.

On the rare days when you and up attempting to make a meal for you both, there’s no doubt that Wolf Hybrid bf will end up sliding in right behind you. His arms wrapping around your wide waist, back molding to your chest.

The second he feels your ass bump against his hardening bulge his hips just start rocking on their own. Low growls leaving him as he feels just how nice and soft you are against him. And you can act as upset as you want but he can feel your tail tagging, he knows the truth.

When he slips into the shower with you, unable to resist joining when you’re so close yet so far, his hands are immediately on you. Offering to help wash you so you can just relax and enjoy the nice water.

Pressing soft kisses into your skin as his hands lather the soap up on your body. Always spending a little extra time massaging your ass, his claws digging in just to feel even more of you.

And it’s only because it’s you. He’s never been an ass man in particular. It’s only because it’s yours that he has any interest in it at all.

Eventually though, soon after another shower where you lay down on their soft mattress with the sunlight falling over your body so perfectly, something in him just snaps.

You’re laying completely content on the bed, feeling so satiated and relaxed that you could seriously take a nap right now, when you feel the sudden prick of teeth burying themselves in your bottom. Your puppy ears perk up, a small whine rolling through your throat at the pinch of pain.

Glancing over your shoulder, your expression drops when you see your bf frozen still. Half of his body lying on top of you as he bites into your tush. When you meet his eye he tries to flash you the puppy dog eyes but they turn out more mischievous due to his wolfish nature.

“Really?” You ask bluntly, but a smile pulls at your lips and you can’t hide your amusement.

Wolf Hybrid bf chuckles along with you, his broad shoulders shrugging playfully.

“It just looked so delicious,” he groans, voice muffled due to his mouth still full of your ass.

This time you can’t help but burst out in a fit of giggles. In slight disbelief that your bf is actually doing this right now and that it isn’t a joke. But you know him well enough to know he doesn’t play about your ass.

“C’mon, that’s enough. This is where I draw the line,” you say a little half-heartedly. A bit embarrassed to ever admit that you actually kind of like it.

He growls in protest, pretending to be more offended than he is. Shaking his head like he must not be hearing you right. You’re just so soft and squishy, he can’t seem to think straight. It makes his brain all fuzzy and his cock hard.

“No, I want more,” he slurs out his words against your flesh. The vibrations send shivers down your spine.

With a small sigh you give into him because you’re just as weak for him as he is for you. Letting him do whatever he needs you lay back down, subtly exposing your neck to him in a sigh of submission. Noticing the green light instantly your bf’s cock gets impossibly harder.

“Hmmm, such a good girl, mamas,” he mumbles into your skin, pressing reverent kisses along the globes of your ass.

A pleased rumble moves through his chest at the feeling of your softness beneath him. Shifting deeper between your thighs he spreads you wider, wanting to reach every inch of ya.

Your scent floods his senses and claims all the air in his lungs. He could drown in the smell of you, surrounded by the touch of your skin. Your precious cunt calls to him like a dog whistle he can’t ignore. His tongue dips low enough to lick a long strip up your slit, forcing a high-pitched mewl from your lips.

“Aaah, okay, you like that spot, don’t you?” He raps, sounding smug as he goes back in for more.

He laps at your bare pussy, moaning at the taste of your building essence. Pushing his tongue through your folds, so eager to taste more of you. Happy little tingles burst on his tongue as he does and it has him wanting to devour you whole, wanting the pleasure to course through the both of you till neither of you can think straight.