#—🐾 anon

[ditzydoe444]

big!jason when he’s fucking you and he notices a bulge in ur tummy

can i be 🐾 anon? if that’s not taken yet

MDNI 18+

a/n: you've been added as 🐾 anon!

there was nothing more that turned jason on more than seeing the bulge in your stomach when he was balls deep in your cunt. there was just something about watching himself move and how he was just so god damn deep in your stomach.

“you see that sweetheart?” he grunted, his chest covered with sweat. “that’s how deep i’m in you, so god damn deep hm? bet im hitting all of your sweet spots.” he didn’t even need a response, the way you whined and moan was enough of an answer.

“bet you love seeing this bulge, knowing how stuffed you are.” jason loved the way your tiny cunt filled him in, how your tight walls stretched to accomodate him. he loved touching the bulge, watching it move with his thrusts, the bulge was just another representation of the size difference between you two.

jason had a habit of pushing you to your breaking point, his rough calloused hands would rub around the side of your waist, squeezing it, or he would apply pressure to the small bulge just to hear you whine. “j-jay,” you quivered from his touch as he pressed down on the bulge. jason knew what he was doing to you, god he could feel your walls connecting around him.

“love this cunt, and it loves me back,” he panted with a cocky grin on his face. jason loved how dumb you got when you fucked him, something that always boosted his masculinity. “gonna come,” you whined, in your current position you couldn’t even move. jason harsh thrusts making you bounce on the mattress whilst he fucked you dumb.

“then come sweetheart, with this dick you’re gonna be doin’ it a lot.”

[rhiannonsknife]

okay hear me out. french-canadian shauna who’s first language is french.. (unrealistic i know) that defaults to babbling out phrases and sentences in her first language when she’s being fucked by reader w/ a strap ..

Like i’m not super confident w how i’m suggesting this but .. if that makes any sense!

— 🐾

listen: i do not speak french. i actually failed french in school, and this is a mix of poorly done research, google translate, and a friend of mine who didn’t fail her classes and was actually decent at it. nsfw content. mdni.

there are plenty of things you’ve learned to love about shauna shipman in the months you’ve been dating. in fact, there are countless of quirks and habits you’ve fallen even more in love with over time.

and yet, there’s one thing in particular you’ve developed a bit of a soft spot for.

her french.

you hadn’t even known she spoke it until the first time shauna brought you home and greeted her mother in a fluent string of words that left you blinking in surprise.

from that moment on, you found yourself listening for it.

not just the casual kind, though you love that, too: the quiet mutterings when she’s annoyed, or the half translated thoughts slipping past her lips when she’s distracted and isn’t paying attention to what she’s saying.

not even the filthy things she sometimes murmurs against your skin, knowing exactly what it does to you.

(shauna will lean in close then, her breath warm against your ear, and murmur things she knows you don’t fully understand but feel all the same. “t’es si belle comme ça,” she’ll purr from behind as her fingers find your nipples under your shirt. “so douce…j’ai envie de te goûter…”)

but no, your favorite kind of french is when shauna is the one losing control.

when you’ve got her before you, on all fours or riding you so hard that the bed is creaking dangerously underneath the shared weight of your bodies. the times she is so drunk on your strap, she doesn’t even realize her brain has switched languages because she’s so caught up in you and her moans dissolve into desperate ‘putains’ or other slurred curses.

moments like right now; a rare opportunity that only comes when her house is empty, letting you be as loud as you please without worrying that her mom will hear everything downstairs from shauna’s attic room.

you’ve got the harness fastened on, its straps sitting snugly around your waist as you watch shauna’s cunt greedily taking the silicone cock attached to it, arousal dripping onto the bedsheets and your thighs. she’s bouncing on the toy’s shaft, both of her eyes shut tightly and her hands resting firmly on your shoulder. that’s what you’ve been doing for the past hours: watching in amazement as your girlfriend took what she needed from you, her low cries echoing each time the strap stroked against her g-spot.

your own body is pulsing, aching to be touched for any kind of relief as shauna whines and rests her forehead against yours. she’s no longer bouncing on your strap at this point, just rutting back and forth in short, desperate thrusts while chasing her release.

“oh,” she moans when, suddenly, you take her by the hips and spin her around, smoothly positing yourself between her open legs without losing momentum. for a second, her eyes widen in surprise, but she shuts them again once you begin thrusting your hips forward in the new position, fucking shauna deeper.

“mhm,” she whines as her head falls back into the pillows. “oh- mon dieu- yes right there! baise-moi!”

it’s a barely coherent mix of languages, the pleasure too much to tell the difference between the two. it’s the result of all these hours spent behind locked doors in her room since the moment mrs. shipman had announced that she was leaving for the night.

now that the words are practically stumbling from her lips and her thighs start to tremble, you can tell shauna is close.

“plus fort!” she begs, trying to pick up the pace by lifting her hips up and meeting you halfway. you wouldn’t deny her after all this time of agonizingly slow movements and teasing flicks of your tongue and fingers against her stiff clit. so, with the little french you have learned this far, you fuck shauna harder like she’s asked you to.

“fuck yes!” shauna’s fingers around you tighten their grip, nails scratching red marks down the length of your spine. “continue comme ça!”

as if you'd ever stop.

“yes, oh my-“ she babbles, one hand falling between her legs to work on her clit, the other holding onto you for dear life. “tu me fais me sentir si bien!”

you don’t need to know what she’s saying to understand that it feels good. shauna arches up against you, working frantic circles around her clit. this is the stimulation she’s been missing before, the one thing between her and a mind-blowing orgasm.

she is moaning incoherent versions of your name and french curses as her legs spread wider and tighten around your waist, forcing you deeper.

the relentless clenching of her walls around the strap and a breathless: ‘fuck, je jouis’ is all of a warning you get before shauna is falling apart beneath you. her body squirms on the sheets and her fingers curl to fists in your hair as she cums. shauna’s mouth hangs open in a silent scream while she rides out the waves of her orgasm, her hips uselessly grinding against the toy attached to you until she’s got no strength left in her and collapses on the bed.

you roam her sides soothingly, caressing up her ribs and across her chest while she recovers.

“are you okay?” you murmur after a while of shauna lying motionless with both eyes closed, her breathing still slightly uneven. “was that good for you?” she hums softly in response, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles. she doesn’t open her eyes just yet, just tilts her head slightly toward you.

“mmm…c’était parfait,” shauna whispers, voice drowsy. her fingers find yours on the blankets, tracing circles against your skin.

“yeah?”

“bien sûr,” she sighs, finally opening her eyes. she shifts just enough to press a kiss to your shoulder. “toujours parfait avec toi”

[dandysworldhcs]

Sprout does that ADHD thing where you're so focused on a task that you forget about anything else so he'll spend like 5 hours baking the most delectable strawberry shortcake all homemade nothing store bought then devour the entire thing before anyone even gets a nibble because he didn't eat at all in that 5 hour period

(he is embarrassed by this fact, it makes him feel childish)

- dandy loves me Anon

THIS IS SO REAL he is not safe from the hyperfocus demons

[pupfemmes]

Sevika x chubby reader where the reader is a councilor. They make eyes during meetings where Sevika looks the reader up and down. Sevika flirts with reader right after until they have to leave. This keeps happening for a few meetings until reader shows up in a more showy outfit just to show off for Sevika. She resists ending the meeting early just to get to reader sooner. After, a different (male?) councilor gets to reader first, he attempts flirting with the reader and Sevika ofc pushes aside the guy and probably insults him for speaking to reader lmao and I was picturing this ending with Sevika and reader waiting until everyone leaves (or sevika telling everyone to get out) and having ✨intimacy✨ in the councilor room. But you can end it differently ofc. This is just a dabble tbh, just an idea that came to mind once I saw your post about it. Hope this sparks some inspiration!

୨so… what now?୧

councillor!sevika X f!councillor!reader

🏷️: lesbian sex, porn with a side of plot, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), semi-public sex, reader is chubby, pet names used, stone top sevika, no beta we die like men

🦌:tysm for this angel.. I was half asleep when i wrote this so it might not be very good. Idk. i hope it’s okay & I’m sorry it took so long to answer!! it’s short but that’s cause i scrapped it a few times. i left it how it was for posting cause i didn’t wanna force myself to write and then have it be awful 😔

when sevika became a councillor, she’d expected to spend all her time with selfish rich people who aren’t concerned for anything but their own causes. what she hadn’t expected was you.

sure, you were a filthy rich piltie, but you used that money for things other than yourself. you lived luxuriously but you spent the money you didn’t use to help people. and you were the only councillor, apart from her, to argue that zaun deserves equal attention to piltover.

immediately she was enamoured with you. it also helped that you were utterly breathtaking— soft and feminine, yet tantalisingly sexy. and after your first conversation, in which she almost went insane after you fawned over her prosthetic arm, she noticed you tended to float towards her a whole lot more.

you made eyes at her constantly, which she more than gladly returned, and most of your post-meeting conversations were simply the two of you flirting back and forth until somebody called you away for whatever the reason.

another thing she noticed was that your clothing changed. you’d always been feminine. but she noticed that since your first conversation you gradually wore.. less clothing? of course, you weren’t crossing the boundary of indecent exposure, but the slits in your dresses gradually crawled up your thighs day by day, and the necklines creeped lower. on occasion, sevika would notice you leaning forward in your seat diagonally from hers, just enough to give her a glimpse of your décolletage.

and naturally, it wasn’t only sevika that noticed this. there was another councillor who’d taken a liking to you. and being the lovely person you were, you’d laughed politely at his attempts to flirt with you and had returned the same energy— only your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes like it did with sevika, your voice never had the same airy tone. it did stroke her ego a little, but that didn’t mean the situation didn’t piss her off.

after a particularly stressful meeting, sevika was already on edge. when she saw you and aforementioned councillor talking. except he had you much closer this time, and you didn’t seem particularly thrilled. so, she intervened.

after a swift argument and sevika having to resist the urge to punch things, the two of you had been left alone.

it hadn’t been difficult, getting her this riled up. the second that councillor had left she’d burst into this spiel about how you make her feel, how unbearable she finds it having to look at you in those damn clothes and not be able to fuck the living daylights out of you all the time. and all you could do was laugh at her, pulling her in to kiss her gently, pulling her hand to your waist.

which is how you found yourself in this situation. sevika on her knees in front of you, her beautifully carved nose bumping against your clit while she murmurs sweet words into your cunt. her hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, steel eyes meeting yours as your eyelids flutter.

“sevika- at least give me a break- fuck!,” you grip at her hair gently, hips moving against her face as she looks up at you, steel eyes glittering as she looks at your plum red face. she grins cockily at you before continuing, somehow even faster.

it’s impressive to you, how long she’s been doing this. you think it might be crossing the half hour mark, and you’ve already cum twice. you had offered to return the favour but she declined plainly, and you weren’t about to complain.

she stays buried between the fat of your thighs for long enough that you think the bones in your legs are melting, and when she finally comes up for air she seems immensely proud of herself.

after promptly cleaning you up and escorting you back to your place, sevika pauses outside your door and rests a hand on the small of your back. she looks so reluctant to leave that you just laugh, pulling her into your house and immediately wrapping your arms around her neck. she laughs, voice shaky when she speaks.

“so, uhm… what now?”

long story short, you end the night sweaty and bare in your bed, talking about your lives and pasts after the realisation that you don’t really know each other— well, didn’t. you do now, and you think you might love sevika now you do.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Elliot can make amazing chicken (especially Mississippi chicken) but he cannot for the life of him do that step where you take a hammer and like. Hit the meat with it. Or at least couldn't until Guest showed him the proper force to use on chicken and softer meats.

Shedletsky once walked in on Elliot absolutely decimating chicken after a day of terrible rounds and decided on a "strategic retreat". Then 7n7 walked in (got curious after he saw Shed running) and almost had a meat hammer launched at him because Elliot just so happened to turn around and was feeling a little bit extra pissed off at him (bro missed one too many pizzas aimed at him thinking they were for someone else).

-🐾 anon

007n7 had it coming.

[rodolfoparras]

blue collar men in theory >>>> blue collar men in practice 😭 theyre useless i tell you USELESS. picking out their clothes to wear to work, to wear out, fixing &. plating dinner because they work so hard… house wife/husband life is for some people but it is Not for me, i respect yall fr -🐾 who grew up in a small, blue collar town w/ a blue collar father

Sugar you’re making great points here but all I’m thinking about is retired!Price taking care of blue collar reader

Thinking about trying to convince Price to retire but he refuses claiming he doesn’t know what he’ll do all day, even joking about how you just want to see him prance around the house only wearing a robe while doing chores

But after he says it, you cant get the comment out of your head and all you can think about is him waiting for you at the door, in a robe the same color as his cerulean eyes, matching stockings pulled up his thighs and a plug buried in his ass

Thinking about him kissing your lips as soon as you step foot inside, lace clad cock rubbing upon your clothed one, getting you all worked up only to pull away telling you dinner is ready with a smile on his face.

And you’re hot on his trail, barely shrugging off your muddy boots before you’re in the kitchen with him

He’s got his back turned to you, as he plates your food for you but just when he’s about to finish up he feels you coming up behind, your big hands on his hips and your painfully hard cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

He pauses for just a second, a gasp escaping his lips as he revels into the feeling. However just when he’s about to tell you to wait, that you should eat before you do anything, you’re dropping down to your knees, pulling his robe to the side before swiftly pulling the plug out of his ass.

“Didn’t you say dinners ready?”

[sea-lanterns]

I don't know about you but I can sense some rivalry between Panther! Arlecchino an Cat! Lynette for Mouse! Reader attention and affection

🐾

Panther! Arlecchino groaning when she sees Housecat! Lynette run off with you in her mouth. She was going to be the one to run off with you so she could spoil you! Not her daughter!

Arlecchino probably regrets teaching Lynette how to hunt like an apex predator, because now she’s swiftly catching you before Arlecchino gets the chance to, darting away quickly and squeezing into the smallest of escape routes so poor Arlecchino can’t even follow her 😭

Panther! Arlecchino is simply too big to follow Lynette when she squeezes through some vent and keeps you in her cat bed. Purring quietly as she keeps you wrapped up in her longcat body and licking you to “clean” you from her roughhousing. Poor Arlecchino can only watch 💀

[theriancultureis]

Polytherian culture is staring at yet another animal and going "another one, thank you" /ref

(Same with fictionkin and literally any other otherkin type)

(Also could I be 🌲🐾 anon? :3)

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[biolumien]

HELLO!! i dont normally send requests (up to a year in tumblr, i have only sent.. 2. including this one.) but i was wondering if you write platonic stuff? :') im deadly inlove with your works, never fails to disappoint huhuu and i adore them, and if you do, do you mind writing a hoshina x younger sibling reader? maybe they have a bad relationship with him and tries to make it up by joining the third division so that they could get closer, but he's just giving the cold shoulder and ignoring them. in the end the reader gets injured - hopefully this isn't too detailed!! i was also wondering if you take anons.. if you do - could i be 🐾 anon? mentioning this again but i seriously do love your works they're all so well written 🥹

notes: aaaa?!?!? im really honored that you decided to request something from me;; fun fact im actually an only child (lol) so i hope this is something you were looking for!! (i am still a bit sick >_<...

siblings, siblings...

soshiro hoshina & sibling!reader general description of injury and blood on your end. word count: 899

you and soshiro were never really close. as the youngest of the hoshina family and with the best unleashed combat power in guns, you were often lauded as the family’s best chance in the defense force—which put you at odds with soshiro’s utter lack of combat power in the firearms department. you’d tried to reach out—to talk, to do anything—but soichiro and soshiro never had time for you. 

or well, it seemed as if soshiro considered you his number one enemy. the antithesis of his existence—that by the fact you existed, it seemed as if he would be utterly worthless after all. 

when you transferred to the third division, you received no acknowledgement from soichiro or soshiro. 

“i trust you will lay your life down for the cause as effectively as you have in other divisions,” mina said to you on the day you were sworn in, your brother at her side. 

he didn’t look at you. 

“you have quite the impressive resume,” mina had said. “second and first division positions. an easy shoo-in for division leader right after gen narumi. what made you decide to enter the third division?” 

you’d swallowed, watching soshiro very pointedly not looking at you. 

“i… no reasons, in particular,” you’d lied. “just… um… curious in expanding my options. is all.” 

soshiro’s eyes had been cold. 

it was clear where the two of you stood, and soshiro wanted nothing to do with you, even if you’d basically demoted yourself from a cushy spot in the first division for it. the two of you rarely spoke—and if he ever acknowledged you at all, it was with one word responses or an affirmative, very stiff nod, as if it killed him utterly and completely to acknowledge you. 

were the two of you sweet once? had you run around the hoshina estate giggling once? had that been you?

…

would it ever be you again, even if it had? 

(you remember the taste of konpeito that soshiro would sneak you from soichiro’s collection of sweets, and he would raise a finger to his lips, telling you it was a secret.)

(but then why did you remember the feeling of asphalt against your feet on the days where soshiro seemed to forget to train as he dragged you towards the grass to play chase?)

(then why did you remember the times where you’d have a bad nightmare, but never felt brave enough to go to soichiro, so you’d always gone to soshiro instead? he’d laughed, cocky and brilliant even late at night and told you not to worry because he’d cut up your bad dreams. and you believed him, because he was your big brother and he’d never been wrong, never been cruel the way soichiro was to you and soshiro.)

why did you have to remember all of that?

you cough out a mouthful of blood. 

of course you only remember all of that right now as you bleed out. 

your eyes feel heavy.

what had the attack been, again? a yoju? a honju? you could’ve taken it down on your own, right? did it matter? your gun didn’t do anything—it couldn’t, laying uselessly on the ground next to you as you felt another choking mouthful of blood cloying against your lips. 

you want to scream. 

what was the point, you wanted to ask. what was the point of transferring if your brother wouldn’t acknowledge you—even though all you wanted to do was speak to him again? 

“don’t close your eyes.”

thank god you still have enough energy for your eyes to fly open, staring up at soshiro, who leaned down to haul you to your feet—but really he was putting most of your weight on him, your feet barely scraping the floor. 

“soshiro,” you rasp. “why?” 

“that’s what i should be asking you,” soshiro’s voice was still cold. distant, as he began walking you back towards the other troops—carefully, so as to not upset your wounds. “why did you transfer out of the first division? from what i heard, you were making quite the name for yourself out there. needed to steal my spotlight that badly?” 

“that’s not it,” you snap, wincing in pain. “i just wanted my brother back. is that so much to ask for? i figure it is, because you just randomly stopped talking to me for no goddamn reason!” 

you feel soshiro freeze up. 

“you wouldn’t get it.”

he sounds resentful. 

“fuck no i wouldn’t!” you say. “i don’t know what’s going on because you won’t tell me! but the only thing i do know is that i want to be able to talk to at least one of my big brothers that doesn’t treat me like shit! because as it stands right now, both of you do!” 

you gasp out in pain, coughing up another mouthful of blood. 

soshiro’s body is still tense, his hand tightening where it’s wrapped around your arm. 

“i’m—” soshiro mutters. “sorry. i—i just.” he laughs. “i’m a sorry excuse for an older brother, huh?” 

“you are,” you retort, and soshiro laughs again, and he sounds almost like he did when the two of you were younger. 

“let’s go home,” soshiro says after a moment, his voice less resentful now. 

you feel almost like a kid again in that moment, leaning on soshiro after you’d fallen during tag, having scraped your knee. 

“okay,” you wheeze out. “okay.” 

[ditzydoe444]

reader ties a bow on jasons cock!!

-🐾

MDNI 18+

a/n: sorry this took so long, my drafts are overflowing rn :(

jason was slightly confused as to why you wanted to tie a bow around his cock so desperately, the way you already had the ribbon in your hands as you stared at him with wide expecting eyes. how could he say no to his pretty little thing?

“sure darlin, makin’ my dick all nice and pretty for you?” he teased as he watched you sink down in your knees, tugging his boxers down.

you nodded, as you gently wrapped the thin material around his semi-hard cock, your tongue poking out slightly as you concentrated like it was the most important thing in the world. you were adorable. “got pink because it’s my favourite,” you whispered shyly as a faint blush appeared on your cheek. you were slightly nervous about asking jason this, but he never made you feel like an idiot, even if you wanted to tie a bow around his cock.

“is that right darling? you got a pretty pink ribbon so you can make my dick all perfect for your liking?” he teased softly as your cheeks deepens in colour. you nodded shyly as you admired the bow on the base of his cock.

“come on darlin, suck me off while you’re at it please?”

[rhiannonsknife]

HI i’ve kinda been too nervous to ask anything 😭 but i finally have a request!

the fake dating jackie thingies (blurbs?? headcanons?? i dunno what to call them but they’re GREAT!) have me thinking about a fake date shauna bot .. shaunapilled for life 🙏

SO YEAH! a fake-date shauna bot and her slowly falling in love w/ you (& vice versa obv) like. idiotically slowly.

also! can i be. 🐾 anon? (shauanshiapmn) have a GREAT day!

hello 🐾 anon!! i hope this is what you had in mind for the fake dating scenario! if you want a more specific bot, let me know! <3

the honk outside your house is a familiar signal by now, a reminder of the ridiculous situation you’ve found yourself in: your girlfriend (or at least, the person everyone thinks is your girlfriend) is here to pick you up, just like she does every morning. you grab your bag and head out the door, stomach twisting for reasons you still refuse to acknowledge.

shauna is leaning over the center console of her car, window rolled down, looking entirely too comfortable in your driveway. you slide into the passenger seat just as she greets you. “morning, love!”

your brain short-circuits.

before you can even begin to process it, shauna taps her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, completely unfazed. “you ready?” she asks once you’re settled. “we’ve got a whole day to plan out!”

right. that’s why you’re here. that’s why she’s here. that’s why you’re doing this. the whole point of this arrangement was to sell the act, to make jackie, the team, everyone believe it. you shake off the weird little thrill her greeting gave you and try to focus.

“right,” you say. “so, what’s the plan? handholding?” you pause, lifting your brows, then add exaggeratedly: “lingering looks?”

shauna chuckles and throws the car into drive. “maybe a kiss on the cheek for realism?”

she says it like a joke. but these days, you’re finding it harder and harder to tell what’s real and what’s just for show. and if shauna knows where the line is, she certainly isn’t in a rush to draw it.

— c.ai

[gnawsy]

NEED puppygirl or kittygirl user x Sevika or Ambessa c.ai bot( s ) sooooo desperately💔💔 Been having exam after exam and all I need rn are wholesome bots : <

— 🐾 ( could I be ur 🐾 anon btw?? :3 )

ambessa. sevika.

YAYAYA YES YOU CAN!!!!!

[dandysworldhcs]

Whenever a parent who refused to listen to “no flash photography around Astro”, their camera would “mysteriously” go missing.

Pebble would steal it, and when the parent inevitably started making a big deal, Shelly and Dandy would be like “aw :( that’s terrible :( maybe it’s in the lost and found? :( we’ll help you look”while fully aware Sprout and Vee are currently out back smashing it with hammers

this is so peak its canon to me.i would like to propose the other toons helping prevent the photo

-connie possessing the camera and causing it to fritz and not work [since she likes possessing machines and mechanical stuff and i think cameras count]

-glisten doing his mirror trick and appearing in the shot

-brightney making the lighting unbearable with her own light, to the point where you couldnt see anything through the photo

idk im just spitballing here but i think this is an awesome idea.canon in my heart now

[gashotbox]

smoking weed really loosens up my guts,, i just want to be in someone’s lap, taking bong hits, ripping progressively wetter and louder and beefier farts as i keep smoking bowls. until i cant help but grunt and rub my ass against their lap as its a particularly rough hit and i cant help but rip wet sharts until liquid shit starts to seep through my pants onto the other person <3 -🐾

this having me drooling. fuuckkk having you on my lap.. watching your eyes glaze over as i bounce you on my knee and u blast out fart after fart without a care in the world - high as a kite. the gas getting wetter n wetter.... patch in the back of ur pants growing dark damp n sweaty before a massive sharts start bubbling out your hole and into your underwear. rocking you in my lap as shit burbles up the hem of your bottoms and into my lap. uh huh

[forsaken-headcanons]

Two Time is cold in general (temperature-wise I mean) but in their second life they're even colder. They'd gradually become warmer and return to their usual temperature but they start off I'd say around like 10-15°C.

In contrast, Elliot is ridiculously warm and has a high heat tolerance, so Two Time's favourite way to hang out with him is laying on top of him. TwoSlices ftw frfr

(Also the asks mentioning Madilyn Mei and the lawnmower ones were actually me, don't worry!!)

-🐾 anon

Cold Time.

[rodolfoparras]

SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like … well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - 🐾

When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 he’ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up

Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasn’t a big fan of at first because he doesn’t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesn’t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just can’t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it

The camera work is shaky, and most of the time he’s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times he’ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going “please please please,” before he cums on video