#There is no excuse for this brat.]]

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This week's Discord Prompt!

JJK X OHSHC

Find @cocoabell drawing here

[thursdayartsaround]

[nicollekidman]

being forced to clean up other people's problems because he's not good enough for anything else and being the bureaucrat is the closest he can get to art itself v. offering cheyenne a new path so that whatever art she creates will have been irrevocably influenced by his support and partnership thus making him a sort of artist himself.....

[wordy-little-witch]

Ya know what occurs to me?

Karai Bari is in the New World.

Crocodile and Mihawk only showed up after the establishment of the delivery service.

Buggy was in Paradise. Marineford would have been in Paradise, I think, or at least Buggy's crew still was.

He doesn't have conquerors to cross the calm belt.

So... to get to the New World and set up shop, he'd have to have gone through Fishman Island, wouldn't he? So he'd had to have gotten the ship coated.

He'd likely have had to face Rayleigh or at least he'd have anticipated it - maybe Shanks even mentions Rayleigh hanging around there, maybe even mentioning him having NEVER missed Shanks passing through....

So when Buggy goes when Buggy expects to be found and claims to be dreading it and is but is also so hopeful so scared so broken so hesitant he's got a few different courses figured for how this will go down.

Only.... Rayleigh isn't there. Shakky is. She just directs them to another coater. Buggy fights himself, wants to ask, doesn't want to beg, and-

Shakky answers the question he couldn'tdislodge from his throat. "Sorry, baby blue, Ray's just working on something real important. You know how it is."

He does. He does know how it is. Important, huh? That's fine. It's probably a job. It's probably not that big of a deal that dad master Rayleigh is preoccupied. Buggy shouldn't have expected the man to drop everything and come running why did he think that, Rayleigh never did it before, not even Shanks' assurance he'd leave a message for Rayleigh would change much, and fuck he can't afford to cry so-

So Buggy gets the ship coated. It's not as pricy as he'd worried. He navigates them down, can even bring himself to smile at the wide eyed wonder from the rest. It's nice. He's fine here - these are his people. He's okay, really, and he'll be able to let this go or shove it into that nameless box in his head and heart soon enough. He just has to ride the wave, you know-?

Only no. Not really. Because a newspaper lands in his hands. And his brain is racing.

Because Rayleigh wasn't at Sabaody at all. He was with Strawhat. He was training Strawhat. He showed up, after the war, so close to the conflict, to train the kid. Rayleigh is fast, but not that fast. He'd have to have left around a week before Buggy even arrived. Shanks had assured him Rayleigh was there when he dropped by ((two weeks ago)). He knew because his brother had wrapped him in his arm and tears were shed, voices were raised and hearts were broken, wounds torn open to drain the festering rot and the healing hurt, it hurt then, it hurts now, it will hurt and hurt and hurt, because Buggy had pushed the Big Top to her near limits just to reach the archipelago that his former guardian ex-father previous family that Rayleigh called home. Shanks had called him, said he'd dropped the message and Rayleigh had chuckled and nodded and Buggy wanted to see his dad because there were still so many scars that had to be seen and acknowledged and Buggy himself wasn't even fully recovered physically but emotionally he had to do it, had to take the step and try because vulnerability brought the best and worst of him out, because he lost a brother and gained him back and he wanted for his father, at least one of them.

But Strawhat was on that front page. And Rayleigh was behind him, smiling, warm, proud, happy, and - Buggy aches. He's angry. He's livid. A week or so, by his estimate, for Rayleigh to find him and get there to the war ground. A week or so because Rayleigh was old but he was still painfully fast. In a week or so, the older man hunted down a boy he'd possibly met once or twice in passing. A week or so and The Dark King showed up to bring another strawhat wearing monster of epic proportions under his wing, had made impressive time in finding the kid, making the plan, getting to the navy hq, getting out, and that's accounting for the article writing, printing, and distribution.

A week or so to find a bright little sunshine boy he barely knew when one he raised rotted in a cell for months on end.

Busy with something real important, he recalled Shakky saying.

His chest burned for a moment, hot and wild and unyielding - and just as suddenly, the fire was gone. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. His injuries throbbed, his head hurt, his scars itched. He sighed, set the paper aside and curled impossibly small into his chaise lounge with a teary chuckle as he gripped his hair and tried to silence the keen building in his chest. He cursed himself for it, bitter and angry.

After all, he should be used to being outshined, out classed and out loved by energetic boys with bright smiles in little wicker crowns.

Story of his life

He is unaware of the many eyes on him, of the people Plotting and Arranging things on their own time. Their captain is the best - uncommon, unexpected, temperamental though he is, he is everything everyone needs him to be because it's the only thing he knows how to do. They see the seams in his mask and performance, and they ache to pay back the pain left on their captain, their boss, their leader and friend. Buggy pirates stick together, freaks and weirdos united - and nobody is allowed to hurt their captain without some serious followup.

[classiccvnt]

One of my favorite things about Lestat is that no matter his mood, he will act defiant. Even when complying. The verbal agreement you'll get will be said with insult attached. Even when in deep mourning. The vulnerability will be shown with a snarky remark.

This makes his rare acts of complete earnest all the more satisfying.

[laeana]

Whenever I see a post with people that say that the hate on Lando has come out of nowhere and people have no reasons to, I’m like; you know what, maybe you’re right and some people did start to hate on him because that’s popular.

But it’s also very funny to try to reduce the dislike people can have for a driver by saying “you have no real arguments, you just jump on the train”, because you don’t want to hear your favorite driver has done and said things that soured his reputation, when it’s actually “no, babe, I’ve been finding him insufferable for years, but this year he has reached a peak, and I could list you the reasons why he gets on my nerves, but you probably would brush it off anyway”.

[sforzesco]

@garland-on-thy-brow #get romancedramad romeboys.

(metal gear solid voice) on it boss 🫡

the first and last ones are scene re draws, in order: the live action adaption of sci mystery, the heirs lmao

[jessaerys]

or you're a dog and i'm your man

[damthosefandoms]

thinking about how bob sheldon never heard “no” in his life and all he wanted was for someone to say it to him, but when they did, he couldn’t process it, because he’s never had consequences in his life. he couldn’t stop because he’s never had to and he doesn’t know how to. he just takes everything too far until he digs a hole he can’t get himself out of (would he have changed if johnny hadn’t killed him? if pony had drowned that night? what wound he have done? what would it take for him to realize what he’s done?)

also thinking about how he yelled at cherry during the break up scene in the musical, how he wasn’t just annoyed, he was angry and how scary it must’ve been for her in the moment, and how she and marcia ditched him and his guys because they were drinking and how in the book version she refused to get in the car with him at the drive in but eventually did anyway, and how book cherry was so stuck on how much bob drank “but when he was sober he was so good to me” and what that sounds like if you think about it too much.

[fatedroses]

Mateus has escaped gpose hell, is now here to blast anyone he doesnt like (everyone)

[buccellato]

Vash is actually very lucky his brother is just regular evil and not Annoying Dumbass Sibling evil because he just has to deal with murder instead of having to finally give up and block his brother's phone number after a long and agonizing argument that stretched out over the past 6 months only for him to get on a bus the next day for a 14 hour ride and have everyone else's phones ding up with a message all at once which results in the other riders giving him A Look and the person sitting next to him going "erm, is this you? :/" and showing him this image

[toxooz]

will u be making a blueskys account? a lot of artists on twt have been moving over after the new changes to the block function

nah tbh i feel like this at this point

until tumblr and/or twitter completely shut down im going to stay bc the thought of having to build from the bottom up for the 4TH time and have to mass upload all my shit is quite frankly unbearable i aint got it in me no more im Tired

[alanmidog]

Tangible Incentives

My first time writing actual SMUT omg it's hard!

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Leo is annoying, but you manage to make a deal with him in exchange for holding your hand to eavesdrop: He has to be your puppy for the night.

Link if u prefer to read on ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65643469

“Stay like this till I tell you to leave, okay? Got it?”

You were sitting, Leo’s hands clasped around yours on the worn leather couch in Vagastrom. It was a long weekend, so most of the general students had gone home, save for the ghouls and yourself. Leo had just seen Alan meeting up with Tohma through his window, and summoned you through a series of rapid-fire texts as he sprinted down the stairs to the common room. You brought a blanket and a book this time, as these hand-holding sessions tended to take quite a while.

“Hey, Honour Roll, you useless and deaf? I didn’t hear an answer.”

Annoyed, you use your knee to push yourself away from him while keeping your hands together. “Don’t bother me,” you snap, not looking up from your book.

“God, you’re so fucking dense.” Leo says, throwing his head onto the backrest of the couch. “Literally anyone in the world could have gotten this stigma enhancing power you have but noooo. It had to be you.”

Fucking Leo, always having to open his big mouth and ruin whatever you were doing. You snap your book shut. "If you want to keep holding my hand to listen in on Tohma and Mido, give me a good reason to stay. I have better things to do.”

"A good reason?" He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Let's see... how about the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of my company? Surely that's reward enough."

You roll your eyes and start to put your book into your bag with one hand.

“Ugh, okay, okay! I’m sorry. What do you want me to do? Read to you aloud from your book like I’m a fucking kindergarten teacher?” He pauses for a moment before his expression shifts slightly, a spark of challenge in his eyes. "Or perhaps," he continues, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, "you'd prefer a more... tangible incentive? Something to keep you thoroughly entertained while we eavesdrop?” He shifts back, a smirk growing on his face. “The choice, as always Honor Roll, is yours."

He’s annoying, but it’s pretty late, and you’ve been pretty bored with everything being at a standstill these past few days. You decide to toy with him for now.

"Hmmmmm..." you hum beside him. "What kind of tangible incentives would you have in mind for me? You have to let me know quick though, Leo. My hand is suddenly letting go of yours..." You pull your hand dramatically slowly from his grasp. He watches you, amusement filling his yellow eyes, but doesn’t say anything. "Aw, no offers on the tangible incentive then, Leo? That’s too bad, I was hoping to do something fun tonight. I'm out then." You pull your hand firmly from his grasp before standing up to fold your blanket.

His eyes darken with a predatory glint as he watches you. He doesn't try to stop you, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back against the couch, feigning nonchalance.

"Going so soon?" he drawls, his voice laced with amusement. He lets his gaze drift over your body, lingering on the way your hair falls over your shoulder. "Y’know, I thought you’d be more adventurous than that. But if you're too afraid to play the game, then by all means, run along. Plenty of other people who would be absolutely thrilled to take your place."

He watches you intently, waiting to see if his words have had their desired effect. He knows you're not one to back down from a challenge, and he's betting that your pride will be enough to keep you from leaving.

You straighten up, smoothing out your skirt. “Hmm. Sorry, Leo. Didn’t hear any tangible incentives offered, unfortunately. I can't do business without a good pitch, you of all people should know that. Plus, without a good offer, me and my hand that you love to hold so dearly have our own tangible activities to attend to tonight." You wink at him and wiggle your fingers before collecting your things and turning to walk away without so much a glance back.

Irritation etches itself in his brow as he watches you walk away.

"Fucking tangible incentives, huh?" he mutters under his breath. He hated that you didn’t want to play his game, and hated that you were walking away from him so easily. He pushes himself off the couch, stalking after you with a predatory grace.

"Fine," he says, his voice a low growl as he grabs your arm, pulling you back towards him. He leans in close. "How about this for a tangible incentive? You stay, and I'll let you decide what we do tonight. Anything you want, no limits. Sound good enough for you?"

He waits, his eyes burning into yours, daring you to refuse. He knows he's playing a dangerous game, but he can't help himself – your comment about you and your hand had both irked and turned him on, and he hated not getting his way.

A devilish smile creeps onto your face. You knew he'd offer something, but you never expected it to be so... Not in his favour. And no limits? You whip around to face him, eyes unblinking and decisive.

"Okay, Leo. I’ll bite.” You step back and think for a moment. He looks smug, and you decide that you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

“You are now my obedient dog. And you will do whatever I tell you to do tonight."

His grip on your arm tightens, a flash of anger momentarily flickering in his eyes before he schools it back into a mask of bored amusement. He hates the idea of being controlled, and wasn’t expecting you’d take it so far and so seriously.

"Careful now," he purrs, voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. I’m willing to play along. But don't think for a second that you have me completely under your thumb. I'm still in control; I'm just letting you think you're not."

He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness. "So tell me, mistress, what do you have in mind for your obedient little pet tonight?"

He’s taunting you. You straighten up, looking at him with what you hoped read as sternness. “Hmm. Well, as with any new puppy, I’m going to have to see just how obedient you really are," you reply matter-of-factly. "Get on your knees."

He looks at you with daggers in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected you to come out swinging so hard. But he’s not one to back on his own challenge, especially in front of you; the happy-go-lucky, overbearing, completely useless Honor Student.

“So tell me. What do I get in return for this... obedience? What are you offering me for debasing myself at your feet?"

You scoff at him. "I don't need to offer you anything. You are my puppy, and you've agreed to this deal. You made the terms. No limits. And I’ve decided what we do tonight. And tonight, you are my obedient puppy that does not. Fucking. Talk. Back."

You nearly crack a smile at the sound of those ridiculous words coming out of your mouth, but you remain stoic. Your unwavering command makes Leo raise an eyebrow. All he’s thinking about now is how to find ways to relinquish your power, to turn the tables around. Defiance builds in his eyes before he slowly and deliberately lowers himself to his knees. His gaze remains locked on yours. He may be on his knees, but he refuses to break eye contact, refusing to fully surrender his power.

"Very well, mistress," he purrs, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Your obedient puppy awaits your command."

A grin spreads widely across your face. This is going to be fun. Thinking, you sit down on the couch once again, ideas running through your head about all the things you could make him do. You remove both your left sock and left shoe.

"My puppy is going to prove his obedience to me by licking me from the very bottom of my foot-” you point at your foot and move your finger as you speak, “all the way up my entire leg to the inside of my thigh, without stopping. If he breaks contact, he will start again. Is this understood? Bark twice for yes.”

Leo’s eyes widen at your outrageous and frankly disgusting request. The bottom of your dirty foot? He really hadn't expected you to be so direct, so demanding, so perverse. But before he can stop himself, he catches himself barking twice for you, thinking, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Fuming, he grabs a hold of your foot and wipes the bottom with the cuff of his sleeve. He digs his nails into your skin as a sign of retaliation, before reluctantly pulling it towards his mouth. The action was embarrassing and completely repulsive, and he closes his eyes as his tongue makes contact with your heel. You feel his tongue quiver in disgust. Slowly, he moves up your ankle and halfway onto your calf before he opens his eyes again. He locks his eyes with you only to see the intense heat in your gaze as you watch.

Oh, so you’re into this, huh? Leo thinks. Two can play at this game, then.

He slowly, deliberately, crawls forward on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. The closer he gets to your thigh the more control he feels, as your body starts to unfurl at his tongue. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches and Leo grins, biting down softly, nibbling at your skin but never breaking contact. His tongue flicks and teases, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Fuck. Leo is such a fucking tease.

As he reaches mid-thigh, you move the hem of your skirt up and spread your legs so he can fit in between your thighs. You feel your pulse quicken and wonder if he can smell your arousal, if he knows he’s driving you wild with the way his hands are digging into your flesh, pulling you apart as he loudly licks like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. The thought causes you to involuntarily buck slightly into his face. You feel him grin into your skin.

The moment he reaches the edge of your white lace underwear, you push him out from between your legs, fixing your skirt.

“Mmmh. I might have underestimated you.” Your leg tingles are you feel his spit slowly dry. “Such a good doggy.” You smile, rolling your sock up and putting your shoe back on. “And you’re all mine for tonight.”

“I seem to have made a deal with the fucking devil, apparently.”

Delighted, you fidget under your skirt, finding the elastic of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, placing it on your hand. “Smell it, Puppy. This is the smell of your new owner.”

Leo is so embarrassed at what you’re making him do. He looks down at the strip of fabric, and immediately recalls the way it looked on your body when he was under your skirt, licking and sucking your thigh.

“It’s okay Puppy. You can sniff it.”

He shoots you an irritated glance. “If I hear a fucking breath of what’s happening now to anyone I swear to god-”

“I won’t, Leo. Unlike you, I don’t blackmail others. Some might say I don’t have enough brain cells and am too stupid and useless to do such cruel things, so.” You nod your head again at the underwear in your hand, beckoning him to sniff it. “Your secret’s safe with me, Puppy.”

He cringes at his new nickname before hesitantly putting his nose into your hand and breathing in softly. It smells warm with your arousal, the same smell that made him drool under your skirt. It’s sweet and intoxicating, and he feels his own arousal growing rapidly in his pants.

“You like that, Puppy?” You move to kneel down beside him, letting him sniff it once more before reaching around the back of his neck with it. When he realizes what you’re doing, he has to kneel on his hands to stop himself from punching you in the face.

“Aww! So pretty! I hope you like your new collar. Oh my god, it looks so good on you,” You croon, sitting back on the couch to admire your work. You hate to admit how precious he looks, almost innocent with the strip of white lace around his neck, kneeling in front of you. He was taking commands surprisingly well.

You decide to stretch out your foot and gently rub it into his crotch. He gasps in surprise as you tease him, parting his legs slightly for you. “Mmmm. Does this feel good, Puppy? It’s okay, you can tell me. I won’t get mad if it does.”

Leo grits his teeth, biting back a groan while trying to tone down the effect your foot is having on him. He closes his eyes for a moment, his body tensing with a mixture of pleasure and frustration at the raw sensation. He feels himself growing harder by the second. He opens his eyes, his gaze burning into yours, a mixture of longing and defiance swirling within them.

"Does it feel good, Puppy?" He mocks, mimicking your tone. "What do you think, mistress? Does it look like I'm enjoying myself?"

Your foot drops suddenly, breaking all contact, eyes immediately hardening once again. Leo whines, his throbbing cock tangled uncomfortably in the folds of his pants.

"This just won't do. Obedient puppies don't talk back to their owners. Seems like we still have some training to do." You sit back, crossing your arms, watching his reaction while tapping your shoe on the floor, thinking. Just when you were starting to soften up to him, he had to go and push your buttons all over again, even with his own pleasure on the line.

Leo’s eyes burn threateningly into yours, daring you to make him do something else ridiculous. You loudly exhale your displeasure at him.

"You wanna cum tonight, Puppy? Go to the kitchen and get me a bowl of cereal with milk. I'm hungry. Does my Puppy know how to fetch, or is he fucking useless and I need to teach him that from scratch too?"

"Fetch?" He drawls, his voice laced with poison. He’s honestly impressed by your resolve, never once breaking character except to grind your hips into his face. He bites back a smile at the memory.

He slowly, deliberately, rises to his feet, his gaze once again never leaving yours before he whips around into the kitchen. His eyes scan the cabinets for your favorite cereal and he pours it into a bowl before opening the fridge for the milk, adding it in. His movements are graceful and efficient, and he moves as though he’s performing for an audience. He returns the milk to the fridge before fishing out a metal spoon and putting it into the bowl.

He walks back toward you, the bowl of cereal in his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. "Here you go, mistress," he purrs, his voice a low, suggestive rumble. "Your obedient Puppy has returned with your sustenance. Now, about my pleasure tonight-"

I motion silently with my eyes for him to place the cereal down on the small coffee table in front of me. His face sinks as he sees disdain in my expression.

"Puppies don't walk on two feet. From now on, you will remain on all fours. Get me another bowl of cereal – this time, as a real dog."

Leo exhales sharply. You can tell he’s trying to bite his tongue, trying to calm himself down. He glowers at you, anger radiating from his stare before painstakingly slowly and deliberately, lowering himself to all fours, his body tensing with the unfamiliar position. He can feel the blood rushing to his head, the muscles in his arms and legs straining slightly with the strange position.

What an incredible sight – Leo Kurosagi on all fours in front of you in the Vagastrom garage. You can’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation, and pat his head gently as a reward. “You have such a tough exterior sometimes but I like how you’re being so good for me tonight, Puppy.” A tiny blush creeps up his cheeks as he does his best to look threatening. You ruffle his hair. “Okay, Puppy. I’m super hungry for my second bowl of cereal. Think you can handle it? I promise I’ll give you a little treat if you do this for me. How does that sound?”

Leo rolls his eyes gently, mentally at war with himself for stooping to this level, and for giving you the power to control him however you wanted. The treat does sound nice though. He wonders if you’ll let him fuck you from behind later with your skirt on, like a dog. The thought immediately excites him, and he catches himself once again barking twice.

Slowly, he crawls into the kitchen, feeling out the sensation of his knees on the hard cement floor. He winces as tiny bits of debris wedge themselves into his skin through his pants, but continues, if anything, to spite you for thinking this would be difficult for him. You sit back to watch, biting into your bowl of cereal.

When he reaches the counter, he does his best to stand on his doggy hind legs to grab the bowl and cereal. He pulls out the cereal bag and pours it into the bowl using his teeth, appreciating the enthusiastic murmur from you as you watch him from the couch. He opens the fridge and carefully takes out the milk, putting it down on the ground before picking it up again with his fingers pressed together like a paw. Leo was always an excellent performer, and knew how to satisfy his audience’s clearly cruel tastes. He picks up a spoon with his mouth from the drawer and shoves it into the bowl.

Bringing it to you seems like the hardest part. You watch as he tries holding the bowl with his teeth, nearly dropping it, before deciding to gently push it one doggy step at a time towards you with his paw. You’re absolutely enthralled – Leo is so focused on this task and so committed to his role as your dog that it was commendable.

He pushes it right up to your feet. “Your second bowl of cereal, mistress.” Satisfaction fills his face, and he smirks up at you. “Now, about that reward…”

Your eyes brighten. “Of course, Puppy, I’d never forget!” Placing down your first bowl of finished cereal, you pick the second off the floor. “But first, sit for me.”

Leo sits back on his hind haunches, face smug.

“Such a good boy!” You ruffle his hair. “Alright, you ready?”

A wicked smile stretches across your face as you place the bowl of cereal Leo has just made for you onto the floor in front of him, swiftly removing the spoon. “And your reward is… dinner! Oh, and make sure to lick the bowl clean like a good boy, okay?”

You watch as a wave of fury washes over him, barely unable to hold himself together from the way your words dripped with honey. The humiliation of being forced to eat like an animal, of having his dignity stripped away… He is more than livid. You can tell he wants to lash out, wants to defy you, wants to reclaim the power you stole from him, but then he remembers that he was always just playing his own game. And if he’s gone this far, he may as well fucking finish it.

He stares at the bowl of cereal on the floor, his stomach churning with disgust. He lowers his head, nose twitching as he sniffs the cereal, trying to determine whether it's worth the humiliation. He exhales loudly, turning back up to you.

“Not. A. Fucking. Word. To. Anyone.” Leo says sternly. You nod eagerly, miming zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key. “... Not like anyone would ever even believe you anyway,” he mutters under his breath.

He lowers his head, bringing his mouth tentatively to the bowl and licking a piece of cereal up and into his mouth. Shifting slightly, he changes his position until his paws rested beside the bowl, legs curling under his back. He tips the bowl into his mouth and makes a soft slurping sound.

Your eyes are wide with delight, mouth slightly agape as you watch the unbelievable sight unfold. How have you managed to get Leo, master of being a cunning, annoying, rude manipulative bitch, onto his knees slurping milk and cereal? Part of you wishes one of the other ghouls would walk in right at that moment to confirm this was really happening, while the other half still wanted something more from him.

Leo continues to gently slurp, head to the floor and neck bent sharply as he struggles to eat. The bowl makes small noises as he tips it around to get at the cereal, and after a few minutes, he feels his tongue scraping the bottom of the bowl clean – exactly as you had asked. He looks up at you, eyes glistening with shame.

“I… I did it…” he says quietly to you as he rearranges his legs, sitting cross-legged beside your feet. Your heart breaks a little, and you realize that this is the first time you’ve ever seen him with no bite left. He’s humiliated and ashamed, but still sitting, obeying you. You move off the couch and gently run your thumb down his sharp cheekbones, cradling his head in the palm of your hand. He looks so fucking pretty sitting there, soft to everything you do, your white lace underwear still secured around his slender neck.

“Hey, look at me. You’ve been so good, Puppy. So, so, so good, and so patient too.” He slowly looks up at you, eyes soft and sad. “I know you just ate, but are you still hungry? I’ll give you a little treat for being so good for me.” You kiss his forehead before you sit back on the couch, leaning back slowly, then uncrossing your legs. His eyes follow your movements, laser-focused on your fingers moving to tease at the hem of your skirt.

"You’re not afraid that your puppy might bite?" he asks quietly.

“I know my puppy. My puppy only bites when I tell him to, otherwise he’s not a good dog.” You bend down to his level, breath softly grazing his ear. “But you’re a good dog, right?”

Leo bites his lip and nods slowly.

“Mmm. I know you are. Because you’re my dog.”

Slowly, you spread your legs open, and he shifts to kneel in front of you. “Lick,” you command. “But one bite, and you will be punished. Is this understood?”

The garage is completely silent, save for your shallow breaths of anticipation.

He slowly and deliberately crawls forward, his hungry eyes never leaving yours. The low, resigned tone of his voice makes you shiver. “Understood, mistress. Your obedient puppy will lick, and only lick, unless you command otherwise."

As he reaches your legs, you feel his breath ghosting across your skin as he leans in close, smelling you deeply. He presses his lips to the middle of your thigh, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path upwards, inching closer and closer towards your center. The contact makes you gasp, and you take tiny breaths for every kiss he presses into you. He hears this, and you feel a small smile grow on his face, kissing your thigh more deliberately, playing more with his tongue. He savors the taste of your flesh, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling his senses the closer he gets to you.

His hands move to push your skirt back slightly before wrapping around the back of your thighs. You let him pull you toward him, feeling the heat from his face between your legs. When he reaches the edge of your opening, he pauses, body trembling. He looks up at you, and you nod eagerly at him.

“Yes,” you breathe at him, and it’s all the permission he needs. He licks you once from your opening to your clit, kissing the bud gently. His tongue draws long strokes, and you hear him hum in approval. He experimentally runs his tongue up and down your folds slowly, testing what works best for your body.

“You taste good,” Leo whispers, before focusing back on his task. When he hears your breath hitch slightly you feel his fingers dig deeper into your thighs, tongue focusing on the motion that made you react. He laps and laps and laps at you, and it feels so good that you can’t help but buck your hips into his mouth.

“S-such a good dog,” you pant out, a hand reaching for something, anything to steady yourself. You grip the arm of the couch and your knuckles turn white as Leo keeps his rhythm steady. You can feel his piercing rubbing against your clit – is he playing with your clit with his jewelry? The hardness of the metal feels so good against you, and–

“Ah– fuck!” Your hand reaches towards his, peeling it off from around your leg. “Fingers. C-can you? Please, I-”

Leo smirks as he hears you losing your composure, but obediently obeys. He takes his finger and puts it in his mouth, his eyes meeting yours. You can tell he’s making a performance out of it by the way he’s swirling his finger on his tongue, slowly opening his mouth for you to see. As he slowly pulls it out, you watch as a beaded string of saliva trails in the air before snapping, and suddenly he dips his finger into you. Your clit throbs and you realize he’s started to play with it using his other hand, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and press the back of your head into the couch in pleasure. His yellow eyes are completely focused on your face, watching every lewd expression you make with amusement. There’s a warm, slick sound between your legs and you turn away with embarrassment from how wet you are for him.

His fingers slowly pick up speed and a soft moan tumbles from your mouth as he curls it inside. Your grasp on the couch tightens, and you tangle your other hand in his grey hair, silently instructing him to continue licking by pulling his face back down. Dutifully, he obeys, using one hand to fuck you while his tongue swipes up and down your clit in time to your gasps.

A small spasm rolls down your spine and your legs twitch around Leo for a split second and that’s when he can tell you’re getting close. He pauses to add another finger and you feel yourself stretching for him, the sensation causing you to pull on his hair while a string of profanity pours from your open mouth.

“Shit, Leo, fuck! I’m close, I’m so… so close,” you rasp, pulling him closer with your thighs. His grip on you tightens further and he continues as you begin to see stars and a familiar warmth spreads from your core throughout your body, clenching around Leo’s fingers. A sharp gasp pierces the air as you spasm, his long fingers continuing to stroke until you start to relax around him. He stays inside a moment longer, kissing your clit gently and slowly moving to your inner thighs, planting small kisses and licks while you slowly regain your composure.

When you finally open your eyes, you see him watching you, a smug look on his pretty face. “Fuuuck, Leo, I–”

“Head so good you forgot I was your dog, huh?” He grins wickedly at you before slowly bringing the fingers that were just inside you, glistening and sticky, into his mouth and watches your reaction as he licks and sucks them clean. A hot flush runs up your cheek.

“Such a good dog,” you reply, correcting yourself as you pat the space on the couch next to you. His eyes light up and he moves beside you, laying down with his head in your lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair and massage his scalp, eliciting a small hum from him. A comfortable silence grows between the two of you as your thoughts wander to the events that led up to this. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d have bratty Leo Kurosagi curled up beside you but here he was, eyes closed and relaxed, letting you pet him.

You hear Leo’s mouth open for a second and look down, but he closes it again almost immediately.

“Were you going to say something?” You ask, but he shakes his head, burrowing again in your lap. A few moments pass before he looks up at you again, slowly exhaling.

“Hey… I kinda liked… that, you know,” he says quietly. His admission hangs in the air for a moment, and you can tell that he’s nervous waiting for your reply. “I just– I didn’t have to think for a moment, it was only about you.” Your fingers move to his cheek, cupping his face gently in your hand as you idly stroked his face, soft eyes watching him as he spoke. “You know, I was a little scared of you for just a moment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, when you made me crawl, and then again when you made me eat the cereal off the ground. And then when I did it, I scared myself more.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, no, I–.” He looks away into the distance before closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Slowly, he pulls himself up so your eyes are at the same level.

If this were Leo an hour before, you would have been terrified. But something in him looks resigned, like you’d seen a part of him that he’d never let anyone else see before. If you were wicked enough, you could easily have him under your thumb.

But the way he reaches out to hold your hand like you were the most delicate thing in the world is precious. His eyes waver, trying to read your mind. Were you judging him? Were you going to laugh at him?

“Hey, it’s okay, Leo. I liked it too. It's hot when you take orders from me like that.” His posture softens and he relaxes into you. “And I won’t tell anyone. I don’t wanna ruin your street cred, at least not at the moment.” He mumbles something that sounds like a thanks and presses his embarrassed face into your arm.

You tousle his hair before reaching in your bag on the ground to pull out the blanket you’d brought earlier. In a smooth motion, you unfurl it over both your bodies and wriggle closer to Leo so that you are both laying down facing each other. His hand snakes up to your chin and he brings you close, gently kissing you.

God, he’s so fucking pretty.

You reach up to untie the lace underwear from his neck and fold it in half, pressing it into his palm. “This is yours now. Come find me if you decide you wanna be my puppy again, okay?”

His fingers tighten around the precious piece of fabric, and Leo snuggles wordlessly into your chest with a nod.

“Woof woof.”

[fishyvamp]

I'm trying to be normal and not post my unhinged thoughts too much, but I've got Trapper and his Brat (reader) in my head with Brat on top pegging the big guy in front of a mirror and he's just whining about how you need to slow down and you just bend down getting as close as you can whispering, "but you take me so well."

Just imagining him clenching tighter at the thought of submitting to you. He can hear his dad's voice in his head calling him weak and pathetic and maybe it is, but he doesn't care because you take such good care of him making sure he's a proper mess. Something about a big guy being so submissive and polite.

[atanxdoesstuff]

nejisasu doodle! a universe where the hyuuga's slavery bs doesn't get ignored and Neji and Sasuke are better off for it (and also they're married)

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

CHRISATINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

WIP ask game!! a snippet for you that includes chronically ill satine!! also just an fyi the chrisatini au is a polycule with christian/satine + satine/nini as the pairings so there is no christian/nini here (bisexual cs and lesbian nini because i say soooo!!)

“How about here?” Nini asks, pausing the three of them in their trek up the hill. In front of her, Satine teeters precariously for a moment like the sudden halt in her momentum has affected her balance. Nini places a steadying hand on her lower back. Once she’s regained stability, Satine turns around to face them both. Her face is red with exertion and slightly drawn with fatigue she’s trying to hide. Satine will never admit it, but she can't go much further. Nini makes a show of wiping sweat off her own brow with the back of her hand. “It’s fucking hot out. Does this spot pass inspection, Lima Bean?” She asks Christian. “I wish you’d stop calling me that,” Christian grumbles under his breath, digging the toe of his sneaker into the grass. “But it suits you so well,” Nini says, reaching out to pinch Christian’s cheek the way an annoying older relative might. “You’re from Lima, Ohio, and you’re cute as a bean.” Also Satine had asked Nini to stop picking on Christian so much and the best she’s been able to muster up so far is a stupid nickname. Which has accidentally resulted in another way for Nini to mess with Christian, but that's not her fault. He's such an easy target and unlike Satine, Christian doesn't control Nini's orgasms so he's significantly less dangerous to antagonize.