#MUTT PLEASE

[tickleepuppy]

Kiss my worries away? Fuck my worries away? Choke my worries away? Sloppily makeout my worries away? Pound into my worries away? Tie me up my worries away? Breed me my worries away? Edge me my worries away? Overstimulate my worries away? Make me cum my worries away? Use me my worri-

[azis-nebula]

listen, getting off by myself is great. But fuck it’s a lot of work. Humping my pillow and whimpering into the quiet of my room isn’t enough anymore. Fingering myself until my hand cramps up isn’t doing it for me.

I need need need a nice top or switch to just lay me down and ravage me. Show me more pleasure than I could ever show myself. Mark my skin with their nails and their teeth until it’s etched like a piece of art. I want them to sign their name with their tongue on my clit and show how I belong to them. An artist always signs their work, right?

is this too much to ask?

THIS IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI

[0800-p1llowhump3r]

giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of getting my puppycunt slapped til I'm swollen and shaking and desperately begging you to let me cum while you laugh at how cute I am and just slap me harder til I cry... please

[cottonballpuppy]

I will literally pass away if I do not have stranger(s) cock(s) shoved into me, I’m literally dying to go to some dingy hotel and get filled with cock

You can even drug me up if you’d like, itd make me more compliant and usable, stares at you with big big sad puppy eyes

This is abt nasty t4t sex btw

[ftm-fuxktoy]

sorry really really wet over the idea of someone making me set up a tinder profile how they want me too and then controlling who i have to meet up with and who i have to fuck... someone please take total control of me and make me fuck strangers that you pick out

[prettypupp]

i need to rut into someone while theyre being mean to me :(( telling me how pathetic i am while im whining nd whimpering as im thrusting into them:( tongue out drooling while i cant control myself nd being told im a dumb little mutt :(( all i can muster up for words is broken "thank you"s and "oh fuck"s between panting and whining, the loop of my collar is grabbed nd they make me look at them, im so braindumb i can barely undersyand what theyre saying other than getting even more excited when they tell me how stupid i look, so spacey all i can think about is filling them w my cum like a stupid mutt :((

[nnghhdazai]

nngghhhh dazai face grabbing………

all credits to @ 2_d_isn on x (twitter), check them out they’re absolutely incredible

[prettyboy-finn]

woof im being a drooly mutt and all I can think about is sucking cock :[ i just wanna suck and lick and drool on someone's balls or to huff balls just to get so needy that it makes me cry and drool more like a faggot

[b1mbodoll]

um. can i say somethinf

[bitesized-pup]

knowing people touch themselves to me is hot n all but when am I going to be fully, genuinely and unconditionally loved

[0800-p1llowhump3r]

need to kiss your cock through your underwear until there's a noticeable wet patch from my drool. let me rub my face against your bulge as I inhale your scent. hold my lips open and push your covered crotch back into my hot, wet mouth... please.

[golden-girl-daisy]

Happy Halloween!

[profoundathletecowboybanana]

I love how much DC does not give a single fuck about Jason actually

Dick’s backstory: super cool circus boy. Tragic accident that parallels Bruce’s and is Bruce’s literary foil. Meant to depict what Bruce could have become and what Batman hopes to inspire in the people of Gotham. Crafted both by the writers and Batman to be one of the best characters to ever come from DC comics. Is so good at what he does that he was able to effectively impersonate Batman.

Tim’s Backstory: Certified genius. Has been stalking Batman since the age of 8 without Batman, aka the world greatest detective, ever finding out about it. His story is so intertwined with the bats that he was there the day The Flying Graysons fell to their death and Robin was born. Took up the Robin mantle of his own accord and against the violent wishes of a broken, grieving man and became what Bruce needed in the wake of his dead child.

Damian’s backstory: created in a lab from Bruce’s DNA and is known as the Blood Son. Has been trained by assassins since birth and is smart enough to have obtained several PhD’s by the time he was placed in Bruce’s care at the age of 9. Can kill you before you ever even knew you had something to fear. His mother is literally Thalia Al Ghoul. His destiny is to one day take over the cowl and he might’ve already done so if his own morals more aligned with Bruce’s own.

Jason’s backstory: found him on the street. Junkie mother. Father in prison. Uhhhh fuck guys what should we do with him?? Let the audience choose I guess??? Let’s put “kill him” as an option just for funsies no way they’d choose that. Oh shit uhhh ok let’s bring him back and he’ll be the red hood! Yeah! And now he kills and is evil! Yeah!

I love him so much

[angelic0verdose]

I NEED A CUTE BOY IN MY DMS TELLING ME THAT IM A GOOD BOY AND I DESERVE ALL THE HEADPATS IN THE WORLD. I am DESPERATE. i wanna be a dog for somebody so BADLYYYY.

[gothknots]

Literally a irl praise puppy !! Woof Ruff

[honeycollectswhump]

Whumper's title

[masterlist]

It was the end of a lazy evening. Caretaker stretched as the credits of the last movie rolled. Whumpee was draped across her lap and had apparently fallen asleep somewhere during the movie. She wasn’t sure if he even witnessed the climax. Even asleep Whumpee had a soft smile on his lips; he seemed truly at peace. 

It hadn’t always been like that.

A year ago, serenity like this would have been unthinkable. Maybe he would have crawled into her lap if she ordered him to, but he wouldn’t have allowed himself to relax. He wouldn’t have been able to.

A year ago, he still called himself Pet or Mutt. He would beg for punishment, beg to be allowed necessities like sleep or food. But never for mercy because he’d thought he didn’t deserve it. 

A year ago, Whumpee didn’t even remember they lived together for years prior. 

But he did now, and that was all that mattered. God, how she had missed him and the time they spent together. Caretaker wanted to savor it all, savor every little moment she could spend with him.

With a smile playing on her lips, she brushed a stray piece of hair from his scarred face. She didn’t want to wake Whumpee up but she would have to. No matter how much she wanted it, they couldn’t spend the night like this. In the morning, his already aching back would trouble him even more. He was frankly too big for her couch, his feet already dangling over the side. With one hand she was playing with his soft curls, scratching the nape of his neck, and trying to grab the remote with the other – without success.

It had to be done. Caretaker softly whispered his name, tracing his jawline in an attempt to wake him up. He wouldn't budge.

“Whumpee”, the name came out as a soft chuckle. “Whumpee, you need to wake up.”

Again, nothing. 

This time she held him by his shoulders and started shaking him gently. Two bleary brown eyes stared up at her, blinking a couple of times. A sleepy groan escaped his lips as he struggled to sit upright. Somehow Caretaker doubted that Whumpee was truly awake.

She stood up and held her hand out to him. “Let’s get you to bed, big guy.”

Loosely, he took her hands and let himself be pulled up, almost immediately resting his head on top of hers. 

“Yes, Master”, he breathed into her hair. 

Caretaker could feel her blood running cold. She froze, waiting for any indication of what happened, any sign that Whumpee wasn’t feeling well. 

But he didn’t. He didn’t tense up or start shaking. He didn’t fall on his knees or stare at her in adoration and obedience or wait for her order. In fact, he didn’t seem to even realize what he’d said. Instead, he just nuzzled further into her locks, almost falling asleep on his feet. 

Slowly, she took a step backward, his hands still in hers, waiting to see if he’d follow. Whumpee shuffled along, although at a snail’s pace. Caretaker didn’t know whether to bring up what had happened but one look in his half-lidded eyes told her that any attempt at communication would just pass by him. Chances were he wouldn’t even remember how he got to bed in the morning. 

She took him upstairs where –at the sight of his own bed– he staggered forward and flopped down on his messy sheets. Caretaker followed him inside to tuck him in. While she was securing the blanket under his shoulders, Whumpee loosely grabbed one of her hands in his much bigger one and pressed it to his cheek. 

“G’night…”, he murmured into her hand. 

She couldn’t understand what he said after that and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

This is very much inspired by this post by @whumpadventureprompts (i couldn't find how you want to be tagged when people use your prompts so i hope this is alright)