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DO YOU WANT TO WORK ON A GRAVITY FALLS DATING SIM??

Well, now you can!

Hi. Laura here, formally known as stan’s wife‼️ by the masses! I am working on a dating sim where you can romance either STANFORD, STANLEY, or BILL!

I am looking for artists, writers, musicians, and voice actors. Find the application link here!

I look forward to reading your applications!! Yaaaay!!

(Reblogs greatly appreciated!! Luv u guyz!)

Jason: *rested his head on your chest and smiles in content*

You: what’s got you smiling like that Jay-jay?

Jason: listening to your heart reminds me that this isn’t fake, it isn’t my imagination to combat the loneliness, nor a punishment for me caring too much about others but instead a blessing and a gift that I don’t intend to overlook or misuse.ever. For knowing you love me unconditionally is more than I can ask for, but all I ever wanted.

You: *cuddle him closer to your chest* then listen to it until you get bored of it.

Jason: *kisses your collarbone* I could never, it’s my favourite song to listen to.

Theodore Nott. | that’s what i said.

info: your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it.

word count: 3k

tags: 18+, literally pure smut. pure lorenzo italian daddy type smut. lots of italian translation (apologies to all my italians out there if they’re a little off) lots of praise, riding, piv, dirty talk.

Reclining across from you, Theodore Nott your lovely boyfriend, exuded an air of relaxed confidence while seated comfortably on the expansive leather couch in his dorm room. His legs were stretched wide, one arm casually draped over the armrest--each of his current mannerisms acting as physical testaments to the ease with which he inhabited the space.

As he delved into the narrative of his day, you, nestled in the love seat opposite him, eagerly absorbed the symphony of his voice. It was a melody that effortlessly traversed between English and Italian, a linguistic dance that had always held a special place in your heart.

His words held an irresistible charm, each syllable cascading like liquid honey off his tongue. The profound rasp of his voice, entwined with his seductive Italian accent stirred something indescribable within your body. The prospect of listening to him like this every day for the rest of your life fueled your anticipation, a certainty that the allure would never lose its magic. It was a sensation you eagerly anticipated, knowing that the richness of his voice would forever remain a timeless delight.

Yet, within the fluidity of his storytelling, Theodore suddenly shifted into Italian, weaving complete sentences with a gaze that lingered through half-lidded eyes, as if this linguistic transformation were the most natural thing in the world. Ordinarily, you might have interrupted him, gently reminding him of your language limitations, but today, well, you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

You were almost in awe, unable to deny that there was an enchanting quality to the way the words curled off his tongue. That, coupled with the intensity of his stare, seemingly compelled you to stay silent, as if under a trance. You found yourself captivated, clinging to every indecipherable syllable, a familiar heat beginning to kindle between your thighs.

It was as if he momentarily lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts, forgetting, if only for an instant, that your understanding of the language was confined solely to select phrases and words. This linguistic detour left you with a quizzical frown, a silent plea for translation in the midst of his enchanting monologue, and finally, noting your confusion after what felt like ages, he paused, cocking a charming eyebrow at you.

"Something on your mind, Bella?" he teased, leisurely spreading his legs further as his gaze meandered from your eyes to your lips, only to return, locking onto your gaze once more. "You appear a touch...lost."

"Theo, I must confess--I haven't the slightest idea what you just said," you admitted, a playful pout gracing your lips. Your eyes sparkled with a blend of curiosity and mischief. "And I know you're well aware that was far beyond my linguistic expertise."

"All this time, and you still haven't mastered my language, Bella Mia..." Theo, with a dramatic flair, feigned a hurt expression, his stormy eyes widening ever so slightly. "You're truly breaking my heart."

Smirking, you teased, "forgive me, amore..."  your fingers traced an absent pattern on the armrest, a subtle invitation. "Please, feel free to repeat it--I love the way it sounds..."

A mischievous glint sparked behind his irises, a playful confidence dancing in their depths. With a self-assured grin, he patted his lap invitingly, his messy brown locks falling effortlessly over his forehead.

"Why don't you come over here," he suggested, his tone velvety, "and I'll gladly repeat it for you?"

Your grin widened, a flicker of anticipation igniting within you as you slowly rose from the chair, not needing a second thought. His burning stare followed your every move as you veered closer to him, an intensity in his eyes that set your senses ablaze without effort. As you approached, a slow, deliberate stride, the air thickened with a tangible tension, your pulse thumping in your throat.

No matter the duration of your relationship with Theo, each touch remained an electric encounter, perpetually reminiscent of the initial spark. His reverence for your body endured, a devotion that unfolded afresh with every caress, as if every moment were a new discovery for his hands and eyes.

Stalling in front of him, you giddily pulled your lip between your teeth as his hands found yours, guiding them to his shoulders as he pulled you down to straddle his lap. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, his hands finding a natural place on your hips.

"Mm," he purred, burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling a sharp breath as his fingers dug into your skin. "So beautiful, Bella..."

You stifled a mewl as he pressed careless kisses along your neck, the playful banter giving way to a charged silence as his teeth softly grazed your pulse--the unspoken language between you both pulsating with desire and connection. The messy brown waves of his hair framed a face now tinged with a sultry charm, and the mischievous glint in his eyes promised a shared secret in the language only you two understood.

As if completely instinctively, you rolled your hips against his crotch, head falling back as his hands slid around to your ass, groaning against your neck as he aided your movements, guiding you back and forth against his growing bulge. You could already feel him throbbing beneath you, your cunt clenching in need for his touch as the only thing separating your heat from his groin was your thin layer of underwear, rubbing against his trousers.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured, the same phrase he'd said earlier, the one in which you didn't understand. "...sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

Your brows furrowed, about to question him, but exasperation quickly took over as he sank his teeth into your neck. He left vivid, possessive marks on your skin, his hands sliding up and under your skirt, tracing the supple contours of your ass. As you continued to move against him, a whirlwind of desire engulfed you, and you quickly lost yourself in the intoxicating rush.

"You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice a low, deep murmur, reverberating a shudder of desire down your spine, his tongue trailing a flat stripe up the side of your throat. "Ho bisogno di te, mia bellissima piccola troia." (I need you, my beautiful little slut.)

"Theo..." you whimpered, your hands entwining in his hair, fingers weaving through his tousled auburn locks. His mouth ascended, planting tender, moist kisses along the ridge of your jawline. "Please-please-"

"Mm, you like that don't you, principessa?" His voice was a seductive purr, the words wrapping around you like silk as he pulled back a hand and gave you a sharp smack on your ass, eliciting an immediate squeal from your throat. "Tu ami grinding that dolce piccola figa on me like this, hm?..." (you love)(sweet little pussy)

In response to his words, an unabashed moan escaped your lips, louder than you had initially intended. Theo responded with a low growl, his free hand moving to your jaw, cradling it delicately as he guided your lips to his. The ensuing kiss spoke a language of its own--one of desire, need, and an unfiltered passion that surpassed any linguistic expression.

Your hold on his hair intensified as you pressed against him more urgently, the rhythm quickening. His tongue boldly slipped past your teeth, exploring your mouth with fervor. Simultaneously, his hands glided to the hem of your blouse, lifting it along your stomach. The kiss briefly broke as he encouraged your arms upward, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor.

"Così bella..." he praised, his eyes fixated on your chest adorned by the delicate, lacy fabric of your white bralette. The intensity in his gaze felt scorching, as if it could sear your skin to ash. "Così, così bella, amore mio..." (So beautiful)(so, so beautiful, my love...)

His words took your breath away, slamming your chest like a fifty pound brick, the worship in his tone enough to render you speechless. You writhed in his lap, seeking friction, more friction that what you were currently experiencing--wanting him; needing him in every possible way. You captured his lips again, rolling your hips harder, the deep moan that escaped him found itself muffled by your mouth as you worked at the buttons on his shirt, fervently popping them free as quickly as you could.

The second his chest was exposed, you scoured it like a starved animal, the skin-on-skin contact sending a desperate clench to your cunt. You mapped his muscles to your memory as though it was the first time you'd ever seen them--the strength of his biceps, his strong, powerful abdomen, all of it hot and vibrating with need--you were breathless at the sight of his beauty under your palms, a feeling that had never once even partially faltered, no matter how many times you fucked him.

"Are you going to tell me what you said, Teddy..." you murmured, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your fingers skillfully moved to his belt, assisting in its release. "That was the whole reason I came over here, was it not?"

"Words can wait, amore," Theo muttered, his voice husky with desire, his gaze locked onto yours as he undid the zipper on your skirt, watching with blaring eyes as you tugged it off, along with your panties and tossed them to the floor. "Actions speak louder, don't they?"

"Mmfh," you moaned as he pulled you back against his mouth, his tongue running along your teeth as your bodies rocked together, his fingers gripping and caressing and squeezing every bit of your body that they could.

Pulling away, he met your eyes, heavily panting for breath as he gazed at you with a hunger that matched your own. His hands shifted, urging you to back up for a moment as he pulled his pants and boxers midway down his thighs--growling low in his chest as his thick, throbbing length sprung free, glistening with precum as it smacked against his chiseled stomach. You clenched.

He pulled you back against him, gliding you in slicking your soaked cunt along the length of his cock, his eyes burning wounds into your flesh as he watched you, lost in pleasure, lost in your need for him.

"Lo vuoi, amore mio?" (You want it, my love?) His voice barely rose above a whisper as he posed the question to which he damn well knew the answer. "You want this fucking cock inside that pretty little cunt?"

You shuddered, clenching hard in anticipation, nodding as you leaned closer, grazing your lips against his, panting heavily into his mouth.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, one hand sliding up beyond your shoulders to grip the back of your neck, locking your gaze onto his. "Beg me to fuck you."

Your nails dug into his shoulders, entire body vibrating. "Please-Theo, please fuck me..."

"No, no," he playfully clucked his tongue, delivering a sharp smack to your ass with his free hand. You instinctively clenched again, the sensation electrifying. "In Italian."

"Gods," you groaned, his ceaseless teasing consistently pushing you to the brink of physical exhilaration in all the most delightful ways. Fortunately, this was a phrase he had taught you from the very beginning, a linguistic lesson that lingered since day one. "Per favore-per favore...ho bisogno di te..." (please-please…I need you.)

He exhaled, grunting. "Good girl."

It was a combined effort--he fisted his length, angling it at your core, your hands clutching his shoulders as you sank onto him, his thick girth stretching you wide with ease. You both collectively groaned, your walls pulsing and clenching around him as you took a second to adjust to his length, before rocking your hips in a slow, erotic rhythm; working yourself open on his cock.

Theo's eyes were glued to yours, watching your every movement as though he was afraid he'd miss something if he looked away. With a grunt, his big hands found your tits, palming and groping at the soft flesh with primal urgency, brushing his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them with soft circles. Your eyes rolled, your head falling back on your shoulders as you increased your pace, soft moans slipping past your lips.

"Esatto, piccola angioletta...così perfetta..." (That's right, little angel... so perfect) he murmured, his voice low, torn with husk. "You're so goddamn tight...squeezing me so good...così buono."

"Gods, Theo..." you whimpered, relishing in how deep he was, how big. "You're so fucking big."

Your boyfriend's hands shifted again, finding your hips, sharp fingernails digging into your skin as he thrust upward to match your movements, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your own fingers burrowed into his shoulders while you throbbed around him, lungs desperate for air, and he snarled, increasing his movements, setting a brutal pace that you couldn't match.

Cries fled you, pushed from your lungs by the carnal force of his hips, and Theodore consumed you--lips sucking at your neck, hands bearing bruises into your ass. His dick stretched you wide, fucked you deep, wracking your body with its punishment, breasts bouncing, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.

You tilted your head back, his fervent mouth tracing down to your collarbone, claiming his territory across as much of your skin as possible. His cock pumped into you, beckoning an orgasm from the bottom of your brain--and as if sensing your clit screaming for attention, his hand snaked between your legs, fingers smoothly gliding over it. In response, you squealed, digging your nails into his shoulders with enough force to shatter the skin, body awash with pleasure.

"That's it, amore..." he groaned, breathless, teeth nipping at your earlobe, free hand gripping your ass with enough force to batter the skin. "Ride me like the good little whore you are."

"Fuck-fuck yes," you cried, your hips moving faster, chasing your orgasm as Theo's fingers rubbed tighter circles against your clit, increasing their relentless pursuit in bringing you over the edge. "Don't stop, Theo-fuck, please don't stop..."

"I won't, my love," he murmured, lips pressed against your ear, breathing the words into your eardrums. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it."

Theo's fingers worked magic on your clit as he thrust up into your cunt faster, harder--his cock hitting your g-spot with each aggressive movement. You could feel the pressure building inside your core, your body coiling like a tightly wound spring as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"Theo-" you gasped, your voice practically a scream. "I'm going to-I'm going-"

"Going to what, principessa...hm?" He implored, his voice a low, husky whisper escaping through his teeth; your entire essence pulsating, trembling amid his passionate pursuit. "Verrai per me? That tight little pussy going to cum on my cock?"

You wailed, head falling back, chest swelling for air. "Yes!...Theo-please!"

"Fallo. Cum for me." He graced your ass with another harsh smack, placing wet, sloppy kisses against your jawline. "Let me feel you."

With only a few more strokes, you came undone, cunt clamping around his cock, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washed over your entirety, blazing through every nerve ending and every fucking cell. Theo's fingers continued to rub you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you were left gasping for breath, nothing more than babbling nonsensical moans and pleas leaving your lips in the aftermath of his wrath.

Theo grunted, finally peeling his hand off your clit once you were whimpering and squirming against him, gripping the back of your head and drawing your mouth to his, meeting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss, each of you sucking in sharp breaths through your nostrils as you continued to ride him, your walls tingling in post orgasmic rapture.

"Brava ragazza," he moaned into your mouth, his body shaking with the force of his impending release. "So fucking good, bambina."

His movements grew erratic, hips bucking hard as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm, the force of his pace bordering on violent. You gasped, squealed, held onto him for dear life as you rode him, attempting to match his pace, but he was possessed, starved, breaking the kiss to lean back, both hands gripping your hips, holding you steady.

"You want my cum, little slut? Hm?" He gritted out, forehead glistening with sweat, his pupils blown wide with lust. "You want me to fill up this tight little cunt?"

You gasped, nodding frantically. "Yes! Please-please!"

"fuck...I'm gonna cum..." his lids fluttered, dark eyebrows pinching in concentration, his face contorting into a scowl of effort. "Cristo-you feel così buono-shit.."

With a final thrust, he growled, groaned--his movements slowing, breath sputtering from his lungs as he exploded, pumping once, twice, three times--all before coming to a halt, cock twitching inside you as he drained his hot cum deep into your pussy. Sweat beaded each of your foreheads, bliss buzzing between your bodies as you kissed him softly, panting into his mouth as you each worked silently to come back down to earth, pulses pounding in ruthless rhythm.

Spent and fully sated, Theo cradled the back of your head, pulling you into him, his free arm snaking around your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him inside you as you two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the intimacy between your bodies as he softened, his lips placing tender kisses on your shoulder.

"Ho voluto scoparti tutto il giorno..." he murmured softly, a hint of amusement in his tone as he repeated the words he knew you had no idea of their meaning. "sei tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare."

"Stop teasing me." You huffed, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "It's not very nice of you, Theo..."

He chuckled, a low hum from deep in his chest, smirking against your skin as he tightened his grip around you, brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I wanted to fuck you all day...” he murmured, lips brushing your temple. “You’re all I can think about..."

You pulled back, meeting his stormy eyes. "Is that-"

"Yes." He interrupted you with a gentle kiss, smiling against your lips. "That's what I said."

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ʚ♡⃛ɞ belle’s skz kinktober ʚ♡⃛ɞ

below you will find the full masterlist for skz kinktober <33 i hope you enjoy !!!

this is the masterlist that will contain alllll the fics !! lmk if u want to be tagged in any/all :)

day 1 - quirofilia x jeongin

day 2 - somno x minho

day 3 - cumplay x hyunjin and felix

day 4 - phone sex and voyeurism x chan and felix

day 5 - dacryphilia x seungmin and minho

day 6 - spit x hyunjin and jisung

day 7 - size kink x jisung and changbin

day 8 - oral fixation x hyunjin and jeongin

day 9 - praise x hyunjin and chan

day 10 - degrade x seungmin, chan, and minho

day 11 - face slapping and spanking x hyunjin and minho

day 12 - bondage x minho and jisung

day 13 - blindfold and temp play x seungmin and felix

day 14 - first time and breeding x chan and jeongin

day 15 - gagging and throatfucking x minho and chan

day 16- dry humping x felix

day 17 - hate fucking and nudes x changbin

day 18 - orgasm denial x cocky jeongin

day 19 - filming, humiliation, and praise x seungmin

day 20 - brat taming x orgasm denial x han

day 21 - pet play x changbin

day 22 - hand job and mutual masturbation x felix

day 23 - facesitting and marking x jisung and felix

day 24 - dirty talk otp and guided masturbation x chan

day 25 - tit and thigh fucking x changbin and felix

day 26 - blindfold and fearplay x jeongin and seungmin

day 27 - over-fingering (multiple fingers???) and squirting x seungmin and jeongin

day 28 - hair pulling and choking x chan and changbin

day 29 - cockwarming x jisung

day 30 - oral fixation and sensory deprivation x hyunjin

day 31, happy halloween !! - ot8 w reader

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note - this was kinda last minute BUT IM SO EXCITED FOR THISSSS. i don’t write smut often so this will challenge me a little bit and i’m rly excited !! i also just want to clarify that i will work my hardest to make sure all of these are out on the day they are supposed to be, but pls be patient w me if not 😞🙏🏼 i am a full-time uni student w a lotttt of work and a rlyyyy busy schedule but i love writing sm that i just couldn’t pass up on kinktober this year. if i’m a little late to some posts, just know they will come and you can always be added to the taglist for it <3

taglist - send me an ask, dm, or reply/reblog this and i’ll add u !!

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He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesley stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesley~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesley was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesley purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesley’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesley’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesley’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesley wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesley’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesley laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesley nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesley feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesley growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesley keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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can i plllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase have a bubbly reader offering miguel a hug (as a joke bc hes grumpy) and he says no at first but later on when hes rlly upset abt whatever he puts his pride in his pocket and asks for one??? i know tht man is touchstarved a good hug might fix him

wait shut up. this is adorable :((

✫ ;: .. A HUG? / miguel o’hara

fluff; that’s literally it; maybe a bit of angst??

“And why are you so grumpy?” You slid across the bench, as Miguel sat, minding his own business and eating. He doesn’t spare you a glance as you just rested your hands on your elbows, tilting your head with a smile.

“What is she doing?” Gwen asks, from her farther seat, next to Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, and (occasionally) Peter. They are all staring at you and your bubbly nature.

“Ah, let her figure out how antisocial he is.” Peter shrugs, adjusting Mayday’s spider beanie.

“I think she already knows.” Miles says.

“That’s probably why she’s over there. To “cheer” him up.” Pav adds.

“Good luck with tha’” Hobie lightly chuckles, resting back against Pav as he swings his legs up, watching what he’d call a “show”.

“You look like you could use a friend.” You say, finally making Miguel look at you. His expression was the definition of ‘indifferent’. Your smile didn’t fall. “Or maybe an acquaintance you can talk to?”

Miguel’s expression doesn’t shift. You nod. “Imma have you figured out soon…I promise.” Your eyes slightly narrow in an inspection of him. Then he turns back to his food.

“It’s going well.” Pav sarcastically comments back at their table, making Hobie scoff.

“You know…” you say, fingers lightly tapping the table. “There’s things that can help with being moody.”

“I’m not moody.”

“Ah huh!” You softly cheer. “You spoke. Progress.”

Miguel looks exasperated as he shuts his eyes. He just wanted to enjoy his empanada.

“But you wanna know what will help?”

“I’m not…moody.” He repeats a little slower, to make sure you heard.

“Yeah you are. But it’s okay. Cause you wanna know what will help?”

“You clearly want to tell me.” Miguel breathes out.

“Mhm.” You smile. “A hug.”

Miguel shifts his gaze to you, blinking a few times.

From the farther table, the spider gang is still thoroughly invested. “Oh shit, he looks annoyed.” Miles comments.

“What do think she said?” Gwen asks, resting against the table.

“Tha’ he looks like a wannabe gangster.” Hobie says, now rocking his leg slightly back and forth as he watches.

“A hug would help. It helps me.” You are saying, still staring at Miguel, smiling.

Miguel clicks his jaw, before he’s standing, muttering to himself.

“Let me know!” You call to his leaving form with a chuckle.

;;

Later that night Miguel is pacing his office, just back from a mission that went terribly. The anomaly got away. And Miguel is beating himself up inside. How could he let that happen?

You’re walking down HQ’s hallway, looking for something you had dropped. As you scanned the floor, you hear muttering that reminded you of earlier today. Miguel.

You stopped by his slightly cracked open office door. You carefully knock. Miguel swings it open, sighing upon seeing you. “Now’s not a good time.”

You smile. “Don’t worry. I just want to ask if you’ve seen a pen.”

“A pen?” Miguel’s brows furrow.

“Mhm. I lost it.” You reply. “You look stressed.”

“I’m not—“ he takes a deep breath. “I’m fine. And no I haven’t seen your pen.”

“No worries.” You begin to back away. “Let me know if you see it though. It’s got a weird blue design on it.”

Miguel’s mind is whirring for some reason, as he finds himself calling for you to stop and turn back around. “Did you mean it?” He muttered it so quietly that you almost missed it.

You’re now walking back, eyeing him. “Mean what?”

Miguel’s tongue pokes out against his cheek, feeling his entire body drenched with exhaust and self pity. And putting his pride away he says “A hug.”

“A hug?” Your smile has widened. “I thought you weren’t moody?”

“I’m not. I just— you know what forget I asked.” Miguel goes to turn away feeling stupid, but then you’re reaching forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, with a smile.

At first Miguel doesn’t know where to place his hands, but you stay put, just resting your body against his, as your cheek slightly squishes up against his shoulder. Then Miguel slowly—very slowly—wraps his arms around your midriff, and hugs you back.

Miguel doesn’t what to admit that his body has instantly relaxed upon feeling yours against his. Your hand had begun to softly soothe the top of his back. Just drawing in slow circles, that makes his muscles stop their tensing.

And that hug wasn’t the last time it happened.

Now Miguel would secretly search for you. Big on the ‘secret’ part though, because he can’t have anyone else knowing he likes to hug you. No that would cause too many implications and destroy his well thought out ‘in control’ demeanour.

So when he’d find you walking alone—something he noticed you did a lot. And after he’d make sure that you were both in a desolate enough place, he’d softly grab your arm, pulling you somewhere even more desolate before he’s wrapping his arms around you in a much needed hug.

You didn’t mind. Hugs had always been your love language with family and friends alike. Though you were surprised by how often Miguel would now seek you out, just so you could rest your head on his shoulder and draw patterns on his back.

He claimed it was just for relaxation and that you shouldn’t have offered him a hug if you would’ve asked so many questions. So you let him, his own hand having gradually drawn its own patterns on your waist.

He liked hearing and feeling your breathing. Your breath by his ear sent almost cleansing shivers through him. And the feel of the rise and fall of your chest against his own made his usually racing heartbeat calm down to match with yours.

He liked the calmness your body gave him. And deep down he knew he now craved it.

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You were all in a different universe. Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, Peter, Mayday, Miguel and you. Jess had to take care of another mission so Miguel very clearly claimed how he’s stuck with you all, his scowl very present.

It was midway through trying to catch this anomaly when Miguel’s gaze gets caught up in a man and his baby. And as you stopped, noticing his focused gaze first, you identified the man and baby as Miguel and his daughter.

You didn’t know much about Miguel’s daughter. Just that in his universe she had died. And now as Miguel watches a variant of himself with a variant of his daughter he can feel his body tensing.

He’s never had the misfortune of seeing variants of his family before. And now really wasn’t the time to dwell and sink deeper into his mind but he just can’t help it.

“Is he okay?” Whispered Miles to Peter.

Peter shakes his head. “But there’s nothing we can do about it. No one can take him out of episodes like this.”

Because everyone could see that inside Miguel was fuming, so close to exploding that everyone had almost taken a step back.

You stared at Miguel, watching as his chest heaved with a racing heart.

You remember one time he had muttered to you, head in your neck. You weren’t sure if you were actually meant to hear it or not. But he had said how your breathing slowed his breathing. Or something along those lines. Because after he had said that he had drawn you in tighter, keeping his large hands around your body.

So now you edge closer. And this could be a terrible idea, you realise that. Your friends seem to as well.

“Y/n!” Gwen hisses quietly, watching as you edged closer to the ‘beast’ or how everyone else was treating him like.

You all needed Miguel to focus to capture this especially dangerous anomaly. You couldn’t have him trapped in his mind teetering on the edge.

So you continued to walk forward, and as everyone stared in shock, you carefully wrapped your hands around his neck in a hug. You did so very lightly, to give him any room for rejection. You were actually waiting for the rejection.

But then, to everyone’s shock, Miguel wraps his arms around your waist, just like every other time. And he’s found you fit against him so nicely, it felt so comfortable. Your heartbeat was against his now, and the slower tempo made Miguel sink into your neck, his arms now engulfing you.

Shocked now isn’t a big enough word. Because you were hugging Miguel. And it wasn’t the ‘you’ part everyone was surprised by. It was the ‘Miguel’ part. He was clearly eager to hug you back, and they all watched as Miguel practically became putty in your hold.

Yes. Miguel craved your hugs now. And there was nothing you could do to stop him from bringing you in and keeping you close. You were now his comfort and he a wasn’t going to let that go so easily.

Love him

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