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st4rd0lly · 3 months

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𝐂’𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘!

cw: dog!reader (as in ears and tail) , ruts / heat , SMUT , written with AFAB reader in mind but no established genitalia or gendered pronouns/words regarding reader, slightttt corruption kink? if u squint, dom dazai, sub reader, obvi MDNI

just imagining being dazai’s puppydog coworker and oh is he so mean.

dazai, who teases you relentlessly at work, playing with your ears and messing with your tail till you turn around and start scolding him only for him to say he only hears barking right now

dazai, who riles you up on purpose just to hear you slightly growl at him but not miss a chance to poke fun at you for your tail giving you away by wagging it ! he takes it just as a sign of excitement and endearment

dazai, who leans down really close to your ears and whispers the most suggestive sentences ever to watch you freeze and squirm slightly but then pull back like he said nothing

dazai, who learns about your rut / heat cycles through “accidentally” eavesdropping on yosano speaking to you about them and how she might not have the meds to suppress them in time

dazai, who jumpstarts your rut / heat cycle early just because of this ! He amps up the teasing and flirty words and he watches how you squirm under any of his touches, how you breathe a little more heavy when he’s near, how you keep having your eyes wander to him. how they keep trailing from his eyes, to his neck, to his hands and sometimes his crotch

dazai, who watches you excuse yourself from work in a hurry much to the office’s surprise ! he offers to go check in on you like the good coworker and friend he is

dazai, who stands in front of your door with his ear pressed up against it. hearing you whine out desperately, and judging by the sounds of moving fabric, he assumes you’re humping a pillow. his hand wraps around the door knob and twists it, knowing that you were distracted and knowing that you forgot to lock the door

dazai, who knocks on the door and asks you if you’re alright which makes your hips stutter slightly. you try to tell him that you’re alright and that you just need some time to rest

dazai, who enters your apartment and sees you on the couch with your knees sinking into the cushions as you rut against the pillow. your tail was wagging and your ears were twitching

dazai, who helps you through your rut / heat like a good coworker and friend <3

“Oh f-fuck ! i-i’m sorry dazai—” You tried to apologize, your head was too dazed to even think properly but you were too focused on catching your pleasure. You figured you’d catch embarrassment pretty soon regardless, you couldn’t even continue to look him in the eye after turning your head around to see him.

“Now isn’t that a sight to see… My, it must be my birthday because this feels like a gift more than anything.” He cooed out loud, shutting the door behind him and locking it. Though, the idea of leaving it unlocked and having the possibility of a person walking in did leave him tempted.

He walked over behind you, his hands firmly stopping your hips abruptly. The feeling of his touch felt cold compared to the heat you were feeling. You had stripped yourself bare, only leaving your underwear on, soaked with slick. You let out a whimper at this action, lowering your head in defeat and embarrassment with your hands in front of the cushion to support you. Your tail kept thumping against the couch.

“Poor little puppy…” He chuckled, one of his hands traveled up your body before brushing your shoulder and then lifting your chin up to look at him with a gentle force. He couldn’t rough you up just yet. “Look at you, your skin feels so warm. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed you were sick-“

“Dazai…” You whined, blinking slowly. God how you wanted him to fuck you right now. Treating you like a little toy, pressing your face down into the mattress while pounding into you. The ache between your legs was fucking unbearable, everything felt too hot and he was the only source of coldness.

“You want me to help you?”

Those words felt like cold water splashed to your face. Your eyes widen in eagerness and your body heats up more with shame and arousal. A smirk tugs at his lips, seeing even your ears perking up at this offer. You were too cute for him to handle.

“I-I’ve never…done it before.” You admitted, and he swore his heart was about to cave in. You really were too cute for him to handle. Regardless of whether or not you’ve slept with someone, it didn’t matter to him. But the thought of him being the first and only one to make you mess?

His hardened cock strained against his pants uncomfortably even more now.

“And yet you’re humping a pillow like you’ve fucked yourself on a dick before.” The brunette teased, looking closely as you get shy.

“Why don’t you tell me everything you’ve been thinking about when you looked at me today? Trust me, I could tell.” Dazai grinned, his hand trailing down to your neck and rubbing the skin beneath his thumb. He leaned down closer.

“I guess I have to take responsibility for putting you in this predicament in the first place… so just tell me everything you’ve thought of me doing to you ‘kay? And I promise I’ll be better than what you imagined, oh-

—and keep your pretty eyes on me pup.”

#dividers by : @/cafekitsune #. . . words of the crimson moon —✫・゜・。.#bsd smut #bsd x reader #dazai smut #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #ヾ(。＞＜)シ i hope im writing dazai at least decently #hes one of my fav characters so !!#first actual real writing post gahhh

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kuni-kuun · 23 days

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In honor of today's Solar Eclipse

#sun and moon au makes a comeback for this special day :))#gonna be honest i havent drawn them in a million years and i wasnt sure what i was doing #dont expect anymore art from me haha jk... unless #bungou stray dogs #bsd #kunikida doppo #kunikidazai #dazai osamu #bungou gay dogs #bsd kunikida #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #kndz #kunikida x dazai

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soukokumychildren · 6 months

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FINALLY! *holds this picture up like its god* I managed by the skin of my teeth before having to go to sleep finish this. I hope you enjoy :D

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notdysfunk · 1 year

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Hey gang forgot I have a tumblr again ,, take this dumb dog pose 🌙✌️ bald edition as requested,,, , by a friend

#dumb dog pose #moondrop #sundrop #moondropfnaf #sundropfnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #sunfnaf #moonfnaf #daycare attendant #fnafmoon #daycareattendant #daycare attendant x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #dont respost x3 #pls rb <3

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lilttlefloffu · 2 years

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Today was a doodles day, I'm happy with it!

#moon x y/n #sun/moon fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf #moondrop #sun/moon x y/n #Moon it's like a curious dog/cat

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betinh3 · 3 months

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🧡Poppy playtime 3 fanart💜

🧡Dogday and Catnap human version💜

Process:

Sketch, Line art, Colors and background.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #catnap #dogday #cat and dog #sun and moon fanart #fanart #art #au #poppy playtime chapter 3 #alternate universe #poppy playtime catnap #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime fanart #poppy playtime fandom #ibis paint x #dogday x catnap

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rebel-moons · 4 months

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I think it can be easy to overlook in the midst of all the other stuff Snyder tackles in his movies, but I love the way he writes romantic relationships.

Kora seeing kindness as a virtue worth dying for, and Gunnar being shown to be kind above all.

Kora resisting a deeper relationship with Den - who is described with attributes the villagers admire such as the best hunter and a loyal friend. Gunnar is shown to be just a simple farmer, trusting and honest to a fault, but it is him she wants is drawn to.

Kora believes she is incapable of loving and being loved. But it’s Gunnar’s love for Kora that saves her in the end.

#rebel moon #rebel moon spoilers #a child of fire #kora x gunnar #the way look at each other. man oh man.#there’s something about the imperial army encouraging soldiers to take a lover #so they’d have something to fight for when the ‘ideals of expansion’ became too broad or w.e #and something something fighting for vengeance vs for honor #idk i’m too high to parse it out right now but I am THINKING #also rights to couple where the woman is the attack dog and the guy is the pretty sweet one everyone fights over

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lyome · 1 year

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little angel.

fyodor did well by sheltering his childhood love, and then she ran away. but it's alright, he'll bring her right back. yan!fyodor x gn!reader, mild dazai x gn!reader but they're meant to be platonic tags/warnings: captivity, reader gets tortured!!! stockholm syndrome, years and years of manipulation, gaslighting(kinda), violence, blood, and permanent injury done to the reader, plsss read with caution

To him, you were his one and only love. You were the ideal he wanted to create. A weak, fickle human that devotedly clung to him. You provided him with that first taste of Godhood. He could pluck adoration off your lips and feel divinity in your touch.

And then you betrayed him.

You, his first follower. His first believer. His Eve.

For all of Fyodor’s wisdom, his beliefs served as a terrible blind spot. He never even suspected it. To him, your life was perfect. You were his crowned follower, his one and only, you sat in pretty apartments and watched as the mice brought ruin to the world. Nothing ever affected you in your pretty glass cage. Nothing except the devil’s delusions.

His insanity had seeped into your own mind. At first, you did admire him. He was Fyodor, your protector. Hunger felt smaller when he was there, his body warm against yours as you huddled together during those ugly rainy nights. Both of you have seen the worst side of the world. You’ve watched it burn at the hands of those ability users Fyodor despised so viciously. He taught you hatred. And you always clung to it.

Everyone except Fyodor is bad.

That was the belief he instilled in you. And then Dazai found you, an eccentric brunette man with a myriad of bandages and scars. He had thought the lush apartment was Fydor’s. Never had Dazai assumed Fyodor would cherish someone. But you were worthless, with no ability or connections or even common sense. It seemed that you were tailor made for Fyodor. Shoved in a cage and left to wait for your God’s return.

At the time you were terrified. Fyodor hadn’t let you speak to anyone for years. The moment that he could establish himself as this omnipotent God, he made sure you were isolated. He’d come back depicting how terrifying the bleak outside world is. It wasn’t hard to believe. You grew up in the slums of Russia, you’ve already seen the worst. It wasn’t difficult to convince you that every corner of the world was equally terrible. Every piece and country and meadow would give you nothing but torment. You could only be happy with Fyodor.

So why did your world feel so empty?

“My, this is uncomfortable,” Dazai joked. He was awfully casual for someone who had just broken in. You huddled against the window, knees to your chest, fully focused on the opened doors. For all your years here, you couldn’t have ever opened them. You assumed it was the tools that you lacked. Or maybe you were too stupid for it. But you've never seen them opened by anyone except Fyodor.

“Do you own this place, miss?”

“No,” you whispered. Fyodor never prepared you for this. Fyodor told you no one would find you. He said it was a good thing. You lost your safety now. The glass cage has been broken.

“Do you know who does?”

Silence.

Dazai sighed, you were obviously terrified. He couldn’t even catch your eyes. But you also made no move to stop him as he looked around, examining all the objects about the place. That served as enough confirmation. Fyodor’s clothes were visible inside the wardrobe, and there was even a note left on the kitchen countertop signed in his lovely name. It was in Russian, so Dazai couldn’t quite judge the contents. He only knew the signature.

So why did the demon keep a little lamb locked away? Dazai had yet to learn just how worthless you are, so he kept his distance. It wasn’t improbable that you might just be a weapon more deadly than the Demon himself.

But it was you who spoke next, voice quivering. “How did you open the doors?”

“Hm, why should I tell you?”

Your head echoed your greatest fear. Fyodor is right. People are horrible. He won't tell me anything out of kindness.

Dazai had walked closer now. He was growing less and less certain that you were a threat. In fact, you shrinked further away from him. Body pressed against the glass of your gable window. “I’ll answer your question,” he announced slowly, “If you answer one of my own. But you have to be honest.” He was looking down at you.

It took you a moment to give him a nod. “Okay.”

“Why are you here with Fyodor?”

You were surprised that he knew about the raven haired Demon, the shock visible all across your face. But the deals a deal, and you desperately wanted to know the path he took towards this place. So you can recreate it and finally see this wretched world Fyodor took from you. You needed to see it for yourself. Even if you might end up crawling back to him.

“I’ve always been with him. We just move around a lot. He says it’s dangerous.”

“Yes, but why does he keep you here?”

“Because it’s dangerous? Isn’t the entire world half ruined?”

“By what?”

“I don’t know. Fyodor only said it’s ruined. And dangerous. He always says that word: dangerous.”

Dazai began to understand a little more about you now. You weren’t strong, you were shaking at the sight of someone, and what’s more the apartment gave away your relationship too easily. The single bed, shared dresser, and perfumed notes. Dazai had just found someone even the insane Fyodor loved.

“Now my question, please. How did you get in here?”

“Want me to show you?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have trusted him. But Dazai’s smile was as sick as Fyodor’s, and in your poor tormented head that was a trustworthy thing. He’s like Fyodor, it means he’s smart and caring and all those bad things he does are done out of love.

It’s funny how your rotten love for Fyodor helped you escape. Guiding you to mouth a desperate yes and allow for this unknown man to let you walk freely again.

For all your life, you’ve had Fyodor on your shoulder. Through the good and the bad, he was there. In the past you loved him. But now, you saw beyond his lies. The world Dazai had shown you was beautiful. The sun shone on smiling and happy faces. People went about their day without a care in the world. There was nothing wrong here.

Fyodor lied. And you were finally free from the doubt he seeped in you.

And then the Devil himself ascended to bring you back. You were just going about your day, enjoying the life Dazai had breathed into you. He was kind, and his kindness wasn’t sharp like Fyodor’s. He even let you occupy his tiny apartment. So the mornings were your time to cook, clean, and explore the city. You never expected to see Fyodor out of the corner of your eye. Smiling. Waiting.

You didn’t want to go back. His face served as nothing but an ugly reminder of how blinded you were by him. His bird, his dove, his caged angel. You never asked for any of that. He just swept you up in his arms and kept you in place before either of you was old enough to even think properly. You didn’t know any better. Fyodor used to be all you had.

He didn’t bother approaching you. He was in no rush. As days passed all he’d do is simply walk by you, cold eyes meeting your own. He loved the confusion on your face. The terror and insecurity in whether you’ve made the right decision or not.

And just as you were on the verge of snapping, begging Dazai to not leave you alone, something just had to come up. Dazai was needed, and you couldn’t take up his time. It felt wrong to repay him by more silly burdens. So you never told him why you were terrified. You simply let him go.

The next time you awoke, after a lonely night in the now empty apartment you shared, it was because of a sharp pain across your legs. Something was wet, but you couldn’t see. The world was dark and terrifying and you felt just as Fyodor had described you would. You couldn’t feel your legs. They hurt and the blood felt sticky and you couldn’t stop shaking.

Someone had cut the tendons near your ankles. You didn’t know it then, but you’ve just lost the ability to walk. And who took that from you? Who brought you such a horrible fate?

“You’ve just had to run, zaychik.”

Bunny.

Fyodor had called you bunny as he stripped you of your ability to run. You were on the floor, the cobblestone of this unknown place felt icy against your cheek. Everything hurt. Fyodor had pampered you too much, you realised. Things like hunger and pain which were so familiar to you as a child had become unknown. Had you always cried so much over the seeping pain, or had Fyodor planned for this too? Another piece of his sadistic game?

His foot clashed against your head. Heel digging into your cheek. Your head throbbed.

“I’ve given you everything. You had all the pretty things you used to dream of! And you repay me by running to that heretic’s side? What good are you now! You used to be perfect. Mine. Untainted. You let that disgusting dog ruin you.”

As Fyodor spoke, he’d keep moving his foot up and down. You felt your consciousness slipping again. It hurt so much. The blood, the shock, the throbbing, the darkness. Your blindfolded eyes couldn't even help you discern left from right.

Was it so bad to dream? What was wrong with you now? Fyodor was never like this. He was never angry with you. The Fyodor you knew was gentle and warm, he kept you safe. He told you that you were safe. Maybe what he meant during all those years was that you were safe from him. And Dazai Osamu had taken that safety from you.

Fyodor kept you in a large, lush bed from then on. You couldn’t walk, and Dazai had never broken in again. You don’t know what happened with him. You were too scared to ask Fyodor. Things were never the same after your escape. He allowed you less food and kept you weak. To him, your fragile body was the last thing keeping you desirable. Sometimes you’d cry at night, overtaken by guilt and regret and hatred for your predicament. On those nights the old Fyodor might’ve held you and whispered words of reassurance to you.

This, dark and vile, Demon only slapped you until you’d stop. Numbing your sadness with terror.

Fyodor’s love was never pretty, but you missed his kinder side dearly. At least then, you didn’t have to endure the horrors that he inflicted on so many others. Suddenly, you became just another victim of his. Not a childhood friend or secret lover, you were his victim.

And that's all you'd ever have in life. Fyodor and his cruelties.

#bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #fanficiton #yandere fyodor #captivity #fyodor x you #gaslighting #manipulation #lyomes moon

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Please, dearest parental figure, can we get a snippet of moon and soap after she has decided to come plop in his lap? I love the feral cat metaphor so much.

(Totally don’t have to if you’re not in the mood for it of course)

Yeah let's do some Soap POV cuz I love writing for the boys.

The living room is dim save for the flickering light from the television. Soap leans against the arm of the couch to avoid getting caught in the lovey dovey vibes emanating from the other side of the couch. Ghost takes up enough space on his own without Goose cuddled up next to him. If he cranes his neck he can see you popping popcorn in the kitchen, you lean against the counter in a way he thinks might be unbecoming of someone pretending to be a nun. It's more interesting than the movie anyway. He watches you with his hand against his cheek, and wonders if you're ever going to get it through your head that he's serious about you.

For fuck's sake there's only so much room a man can leave for Jesus before he starts assuming you don't want anything to do with him. Or, nothing with any feeling to it. It's all good fun sneaking around but at some point a fella has to wonder if you're just in it for that, fun.

You're so pretty. You're so damn pretty. Fearless, stubborn, always thinking you know best and so fucking- God. He must be crazy to love you like this. You certainly aren't as consumed by it all as he is. Prickly little- You take the bag from the microwave and dump it in the previously full bowl, stealing a few pieces for yourself. Soap doesn't bother to hide his staring when you catch his eye, he smiles, and watches your expression soften a little before you can catch it.

You make your way back to the living room and hold the bowl out to Goose, who takes it graciously, never taking her eyes off the movie as she grabs a handful of popcorn. Soap assumes you'll take your seat in the armchair again, cozy yourself up with one of the blankets. Maybe you'll even fall asleep, then he could have a reason to ask you to stay the night.

The wheels are turning in his brain, churning out plans and casual asks, when you sit on his lap. Every muscle in his body tenses, too afraid you'll move to even breathe. Move you do, settling a hand on his knee to find a comfortable spot and driving an anxious affectionate stake even further into his heart. You mumble something and start to stand again, Soap can't let that happen.

It's a gamble pulling you to lean back against his chest, spreading his legs a little wider to give you room as you tense under his hold. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Goose move her legs over Ghost's lap, his hand holding the outside of her thigh to give more room. Damn good friends, Soap thinks to himself. You're another issue, settled in his lap, legs neatly between his, and still as tense as a man waiting to be executed.

"Sorry, I'm not," you mumble, a hand on his thigh, a threat that you might try to get up again, "I'm not good at this sort of thing."

"Couldn't give a rat's ass," Soap tells you, quiet as he can manage. He can't make you relax but he can certainly make you more comfortable. He can settle your head against his shoulder, box you a little closer to the arm of the couch, rest his hand on your knee and rub his thumb against the cotton of your pants until you go boneless against him with a soft sigh. You certainly don't feel bad at this, whatever this is. Cuddling, God you're so- Overthinker, he's adding it to the list. Fearless, stubborn, smart-ass, overthinker.

You press your face a little closer to his neck, grip his shirt between your fingers. Cuddly little thing. Soap turns the kiss your forehead, wraps his arm around your shoulders instead of just letting you rest against it. Just like that, he thinks, isn't that nice? All cuddled up like a proper sweetheart.

Just for him. You don't have to be sweet for anyone else, and he sure as hell isn't going to ask you to be. But maybe once in a while you can be sweet for him.

You pull back and Soap's arms tense around you before he feels you touch his jaw. Gentle fingers that draw his attention down so you can kiss him, soft and slow. Christ if he could marry you on the spot he would. Goose can notarize, Ghost can witness, all he needs is a priest. Where the hell is Gaz when he needs him?

"Comfortable?" He asks when you pull away and tuck your head under his chin.

"No." You don't make a move to leave his lap, but Soap didn't think you would. Getting a proper yes out of you is like pulling teeth. He doesn't mind though. You're cute when you try to lie to him.

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plutothe-pup · 2 years

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RUN || Moon Dog

@moon-yeongjun

Milo had gone to bed early that night. Incredibly early.

Too early to really be considered bedtime even as Milo crawled pitifully under his blankets and tried to shut his eyes against an all too noisy head of his. Try as he might though, the conversations of the week just kept playing over in his head. The fight between him and Tony. The fight between him and Pip. The talks with Amy. The talks with the Principle - with Luca. Everyone. Every word hammered against his skull as Milo tossed and turned time after time. It felt like an eternity had passed before the young man finally groaned and sat up with a huff, his discomfort never easing as he rubbed the pads of his hands into his eyes.

That thought returned from earlier - and this time, Milo was certain it was the right one. He needed to leave. Maybe.... maybe forever - but for now he just.. Couldn’t stay here. So quickly Milo threw on some clothes again, tugging on his sweatshirt and pulling the hood up over his hair as he climbed the stairs quietly and checked the surroundings for Amy. No offense to her - but it was easy enough to tiptoe (again, trained stealth, he thought bitterly) right through the front door while she was occupied with one of her favorite shows - leaving Milo to stand on the stoop and watch the evening drizzle of rain coat the sidewalks.

....where to?

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It was...too late to be here, Milo noted as he stood outside of the Moon’s home. Far too late, (even if the lights were all still on inside), and Milo shifted his weight between his feet and wondered if he shouldn’t just turn back. Walk back through the fields and find his way towards something dry for the night until he could reassess in the morning.

He didn’t even know if Mr. Moon was home, after all! He didn’t want to disturb his mother or his siblings. Honestly he didn’t even want to disturb him, either. He was very busy! Mr. Moon needed his rest. The time he spent with his family. God - what was he doing? He needed to just -

A sudden hiss from behind him startled him, the man stumbling forward into the door as his features pulled into a wince. A glare whipped over his shoulder a moment later towards the cat that was sitting smugly atop the nearby post - and Milo was about two seconds from turning on said creature when he heard a growl from inside the door. Shit - Tony. The... the dog Tony, not the Tony he beat the shit out of. Ugh... With no other option but to look like his small knock against the door was intentional - Milo swept damp hair from his features, gently lifting bruised knuckles to actually knock this time.

...god, please be Mr. Moon.

#c: Jun #p: RUN #x; Moon Dog

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oddballwriter · 4 months

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Werewolf moon boys and reader where the reader is rubbing their belly when they've transformed and is going "Who's a good boy?" in the way that you do with a regular dog.

#i mean they are a dog #wolves are just og dogs #thus dog bf #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #werewolf au #werewolf!moonboys #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader

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yourverybestlover · 6 months

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my bound little loverboy . jouno - bsd ✎ a moon's production... ✎ 1,022 words... ✎ dom!afab reader... ✎ nsfw...

There Jouno lay, his hands tied to the headboard of the bed with a satin red ribbon, his clothes thrown aside to who knows where. Cold air hits his anticipating body, and he shivers as goosebumps begin to adorn his pale and porcelain-like skin. He’s waiting for you to come back into the bedroom- you've been teasing him this entire time.

His ears are on high alert from the moment the door opens, and the sound of your footsteps approaching him makes his body twitch involuntarily in anticipation.

“There’s my pretty little darling, all dolled up and waiting for me.” You cooed, and Jouno flinched and took in a sharp, shocked inhale as he felt your warm finger just barely trace his arm, each hair on his body standing up.

“Do you like the feel of the ribbon? I made sure it was the softest one available,” You lean down and whisper into his ear, the feel of worth warm breath against him makes him shudder and hold back a soft whimper. His body is awfully sensitive, and you were about to take advantage of that.

“I-It’s fine,” He said in breathless voice, trying his best to not squirm under the feel of your gaze, “Just get on with whatever you planned on doing-” He was cut off by his own yelp as your warm hands suddenly slid down and held onto his waist.

“Watch your tongue, pretty boy. I didn’t come here to be a little brat-tamer,” Your hands dug into his cold skin, causing him to squirm slightly, not used to your warmth just yet. “I thought we already got over that stage earlier, no?”

“I’m- hngh..” He trailed off, his head slowly rolling back as his muscles clenched the moment you moved your head away from his and down to his lower stomach. You pressed a kiss awfully close to his sex.

“Save the apologies for later, doll.” You said, lathering his stomach in gentle butterfly kisses as your hands trailed down to his hips, rubbing circles on both of his hip dips. “You’ve been prepared for far too long, haven’t you?”

“I-is it already time?” He asked softly, his legs shifted as he bit his lip to suppress a whine at the thought.

“Only if you’re ready. Are you ready?” He nodded slowly at your words, trying to suppress his clear excitement from you.

To which you only grinned before you fixed your position so you were kneeling on the bed, just above him. One leg on each side of his hips, your own sex just above his. He felt your warmth only barely above his tip, and he couldn’t hold back a moan at the erotic heat from them almost touching.

“I haven’t even started yet love, but you’re already so riled up... sensitive, aren’t you?” You cooed to him as he only let out a whimper in response.

“Please,” He whined in a breathless yet desperate tone, “I-I can’t-”

“I know,” You murmured gently, “I’m starting. Don’t worry,” Before you gently lowered your hips, and by the time you’d barely entered his tip inside of you, he’d already begun to whine.

“W-wait- ahhnn..! P-please,” He babbled mindlessly, his hands gripping onto the red ribbon that bound him tight. You grinned before leaning down, causing him to emit another whine before you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“You’re not even completely inside me yet, yet you're already becoming so ruined? How cute,” You teased, your nails digging into his hips as you forced yourself further down on him, making him moan and making his back involuntarily arch.

“W-wait- Uhnn! Too m-much! Nghh..?!” He could barely think straight as he’d already quickly lost himself, his eyes rolling back from behind his shut eyelids. “Ple- uhngh!- pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-” He didn’t even know what he was pleading for anymore. He just needed something!

“Almost there,” You’d reassure gently as you sat back up straight, your grip on his hip becoming so tight, you were sure it'd bruise his lovely skin. “You can give me more,” You mumbled before slightly readjusting yourself, until you swiftly let yourself fully slip around his length, making him moan awfully loud. “You can give me all of you.”

At this point, he was practically digging holes into the ropes that bound him to the bed, his eyes rolling back behind his permanently shut eyelids, mewling at the feeling, drool dripping from his lips down to his neck or seeping into his hair. He babbled mindlessly, his body twitching and reactive to any small touch or warmth.

“So lovely,” You cooed as you took in the sight below you, and it only spurred you into desiring more of it. Lifting yourself up, making him whimper, before you fell right back down onto him, causing him to emit a long mewl again. You began to repeat the action, enjoying all the noises your pretty boy made under you.

“P-please- ahn! W-wanna- Hnghh!” Small tears built up under his lashes from the pleasurable feeling as he tried to beg, “W-wanna touch you, p-please!”

You only smiled, leaning down to his face and pressing a kiss to his jaw, “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely,” You mumured before moving your hands to untie the red cloth around his hands. The moment they were free, he almost immediately intertwined them with yous, babbling out ‘thank you’s.

You held his hands back as you continued lifting yourself up and then right back down onto him, each slap of colliding skin forcing a moan and whimper from his throat.

“G-gonna c-cum- hic!” He whined, holding your hands tighter as his muscles tensed up and his tears began to spill out from behind his white eyelashed and down his cheeks.

Kissing away his tears, leaving a salty taste on your lips, you spoke softly and fondly into his ear, “Go ahead, my love.”

Not even five seconds later, he let out a high pitched moan before he released inside of you, causing you to let out a small moan of your own.

“You did so well for me, pretty boy.”

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