#barking drooling winning

[collegeboysam]

best little treat devil's minion authors can add to their fics is the mere mention that daniel found rashid attractive before finding out he's armand or remembering their time together in the 80s.

[missredherring]

Warming Up

Joel Miller x Fat!Female Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.8k

Contents: pwp. established relationship. temperature play. Joel has lots of body hair. lube. handjob. lots of playing with balls. cumplay. fondling everything between his legs, asshole to dick tip. dirty talk.

Summary: You come in from shoveling snow and menace an innocently sleeping Joel with your cold body.

A/N: An anon mentioned they'd like an actual fic out of the thot this came from, so I promised that once I got a proper snow day I'd give it a shot. We got 4" and this is how it turned out.

Thanks to @covetyou for letting me throw ball quotes at her. She caught them in one hand. Amazing skills.

Not beta'd. Any mistakes are my own.

Joel is still asleep when you come back in from shoveling snow. It’s still coming down, but you think it’s going to stop soon considering the size of the flakes and how slowly they’re falling. 

His snoring quiets as you strip out of your damp clothes and slip into bed. It only takes the light brush of your hand on his shoulder to make him jump.

“Christ. How’d you get so cold going to the bathroom?” His voice is rough with sleep and slurred a little as his brain tries to catch up.

The impish impulse wins out and you scoot closer to drape yourself over him as much as you can with him sprawling out on his stomach. He yelps and makes to move away, but he’s already at the edge of the mattress.

“I went out to do some shoveling.” 

“Why didn’t you get me up? I would’ve helped.”

He would’ve insisted doing all of it himself and then complained when he came back in, half frozen over and extra grumpy. 

“I know, but you were so pretty sleeping in a puddle of your own drool.” You laugh when he wipes at his face and finds nothing.

You tug on his shoulder, silently asking him to roll onto his side so you can have better access to him. He goes with a grunt and spits out another curse when you fit yourself against him: your breasts smushing against his back, your belly filling in the curve above his flat butt, your thick thighs pressing into the back of his, and your feet rubbing up and down his calves. 

He puts out so much body heat that he only wear boxers to bed even in the dead of winter, but your chilled body is sapping all of that extra heat and making him shiver; he probably regrets kicking off all the covers now. You take a moment to readjust your breasts and belly into a more comfortable position and find a place for the arm you’re laying on. There’s not a lot of good options for what you have in mind so you just follow the line of his own arm, your hand only making it halfway down his forearm. His head isn’t that heavy, since it’s laying across both of your arms. He turns it just a bit to kiss your bicep and you kiss his own in answer. Your free hand wanders, rubbing up and down his arm and snaking around to his chest.

Joel is covered in hair, everywhere you’re touching you can feel it tickling you. You rub your hand over his chest, feeling it on your palm and you wonder if it helps keep the heat in. Tipping a finger downward, you use your nail to circle one flat nipple and then the other. Back and forth, from one side of his chest to the other, you continue until they’re drawn up and hard, sticking out well past the hair around them. You palm one, enjoying the feeling of it poking into your hand and squeeze his tit. He trembles just a little.

“You're shaking. Is it the cold or my hand on your skin?”

“Your hand is still cold.” He mutters, but there’s no bite to his bark. Not with the way he’s leaning into you, his body pushing forward into your hand while trying to keep the other points of contact. 

You bury your face in his neck for a moment, inhaling his smell so concentrated from sleep. Tempted, you press lips and teeth and tongue anywhere you can reach. A nip at his jaw makes him moan, and you wonder if he does it to you so often because he likes the way it feels and he wants to share that with you.

He sinks into the mattress, melting into your touch as you follow the trail of hair down his torso to rest on his soft stomach. You nudge the waistband of his boxers down just enough to expose his belly button and stroke his skin and the whorls of hair there. A fingertip tracing the rim is enough to send another shiver through him.

“‘Know what would be the perfect thing to warm my hand? A big load of your hot cum. Will you give it to me, Joel? Hmm? It always feels warm inside of me.”

When he nods, his head moving over your arms, you press your hand firmly into the squishy middle of him.

“I need your words. Tell me if you want me to jerk you off or not.”

“Yes! Yes please, baby.” 

“Alright then.” 

He’s lifting his hips and with your help his boxers are off and tossed across the room in no time. You grip his hip to stop him from rolling onto his back and instead pat that strong thigh, enjoying the way the strike make the meat there jiggle. 

“If you open your legs and prop this one back on me,” You hum in satisfaction when he follows your directions, his leg resting on yours tucked in behind him.

Cuddling with him like this has done a good job at warming you up, but your hand must still be chilled, because when you caress the strip of skin between his groin and hip goosebumps break out across his thigh. It’s all fun and games to put ice cube hands on him, but you want to be considerate, going into this sensitive area. 

“Is my hand still too cold?” 

“Nah. I like it. It’s warmed up–.” Joel cuts off with a gasp when you shove your hand between his legs.

The angle is a little awkward, but you make it work. If his body is like a furnace, this here is the pilot light. It feels like a brand, his cock and balls burning where they touch you. You reach past them in their nest of pubic hair and stroke where the curve of his ass cheeks starts and the line between them. Spreading them, you tease his asshole to make him gasp. Moving back to run a finger across his perineum and cup his balls, moving them this way and that in a gentle massage. They’re so warm and heavy, you could hold them forever, your preferred handwarmers. If your other hand was free and you were in a different position, you wouldn’t have to give them up, but you like being close to him like this.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you watch as much of his face as you can see to gauge his reactions. The apple of his cheek rising and falling as his jaw drops. The way he pulls his lip between his teeth and then lets it go before he bites down too hard. The way his crow’s feet scrunch up when he closes his eyes. He’s a beautiful man, Joel Miller. 

The muscles of his furred forearm bunch under your hand as he reaches back for you. His grip is tight as he presses his forehead against your entwined fingers in a sweet gesture. Your eyes close on their own and you lay there together, feeling his strong heartbeat thudding through his chest.

“Are you gonna fuck me or just hold my balls the whole time?”

“I could hold your balls all day, baby. Don’t tempt me.” And isn’t that an idea to play around with? Maybe you could try it out the next time you’re in the mood for edging.

Reluctantly, you give his sack a fondle of farewell and move onto his cock. It’s already hardening, hot and throbbing in your hand. You map it, seeing how much of it you can touch with just the one hand and in how many different ways. Measuring it’s length in fingertips, Joel doesn’t bother smothering a moan when you palm the head and squeeze down on the spongy tip just a little. 

“Can you get the lube for me?” You ask him and he nods.

He leans over and fishes around in the nightstand drawer, bringing out a half empty bottle of lube. A quick flick of his thumb opens it and he holds it for you, squeezing a good amount into your hand.

You don’t waste any time getting his cock back in your hand, gliding the lube up and down and covering as much of it as you can. You ask for more before you’re satisfied with the way your hand slides over it and start stroking him to a full erection. 

Joel is panting and letting out needy little noises that delight you. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand. It keeps moving: propping him up on the bed and grabbing at sheets until it whips back on a harder downstroke from you and finds the line of your apron belly. He sinks his fingers there, a little lower than your hip between thigh and belly, and kneads, kneads, kneads. He’s getting worked up and and you can’t help the grin that spreads on your face when he starts to babble.

“Just like that. Christ, when you squeeze the tip like that I can’t– “

He rocks his hips and you have to work with his movements to keep the rhythm going. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen clenching when your forearm rubs against it and you know he’s close. You press up on him as much as you can and his grip on your belly tightens to keep you there.

“Are you gonna come for me? All that hot cum would be the perfect thing to finish warming me up.”

Everything speeds up and you only get a half garbled warning before he’s coming. With a quick flick of your wrist you cover the pulsing red head of his cock and do your best to catch all of his cum that spurts out, even as it oozes between your fingers and down your wrist. It’s just as hot as you said, the warmth transferring to your skin before quickly cooling.

“Ah-A few more strokes, baby, please.” He tells you and you oblige, giving them to him and making even more of a mess between his legs, before going back down to cup his balls again, just holding him there as he catches his breath.

He exhales heavily and leans all of his weight back onto you. His hand wiggles down under your belly and finds the hot slick mess of your own making. It’s escaped your labia to spread over your mound and inner thighs. 

Nudging you over with his shoulder, Joel rolls you both, laying you out on your back and twisting around until he hovers over you. He kisses you then, your first kiss of the day, lapping into your mouth with languid thrusts of his tongue until it’s your turn to moan. 

“Your extremities seem to be all warmed up, but I gotta make sure you’re hot all the way through. Can’t have you catching a chill, can we?”

[coryosbaby]

hear me out basically during the ‘78 color war nick and reader sneak off😋😋

smut pls/if you want😭🙏

TY LOVE (yk who i am)

18+, MDNI !!

no and you’re a shadysider (which he bullies you for relentlessly) so you’re both on opposite teams. The both of you probably aren’t in a relationship (because you’re both in denial), and act like you hate each other around other people but in reality you’re both fucking like rabbits on the down low. And when the game begins you both don’t even try and fight each other— you just meet up at an empty spot and Nick grabs your hand and leads you into the woods and shoves you up against the nearest tree. Trailing kisses all over your neck and down your chest, sucking marks onto your collarbones <33. Lifting up the hem of your t shirt so he can get to your tits and massage them in his big hands. All the while your cunt practically ruts against his thigh, soaking your panties with your sticky arousal. It isn’t long before he’s spinning your body around and shoving your shorts down, the flimsy fabric hanging halfway off of one of your ankles as he lifts your leg up and rubs his tip up and down your folds. Big cock drooling against your tiny hole as he pushes himself inside your walls, your arms doing their best to wrap around the tree in front of you. Your cheek is smushed against the bark as Nick laces his hands through your hair, letting out a grunt as he begins to fuck into you.

“How long have you been wantin’ this, huh? You’re so tight, sweetheart.”

“All day,” you whine out, lashes fluttering. “Been wanting it all day.”

“Yeah?” His hips smack against yours as he increases his pace. “Dirty little shadysider just wants some good dick, huh? Needed someone to pound this fuckin’ pussy.”

Nodding your head, letting him hold it against the tree and scratch your cheek from the harshness of it as he uses his other hand to grip your calf. Looking down, he can’t help but go into a frenzy watching himself disappear in and out of your folds. He bites down on his lower lip.

“It’d be cute if I filled you up, wouldn’t it?” He says. “Got you all pretty and pregnant with my kid? Mm, yeah, you’d look real nice like that.”

Your eyes roll back, your hand flailing as you reach around to push on his hips. Too much, too much, too much.

But it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna make you take it because he knows that he has that much power over you. He laces his fingers through the ones pushing on his waist and holds them up against the tree. Lifting his shirt up with his teeth to watch you getting fucked some more. Rubbing your clit in between his thumb and forefinger, making you drool as you cream all over his cock. And then, one two or three more thrusts and he’s filling you up with sticky, wet release. He fucks it into you until your hole is overflowing, and when he pulls out he watches it drip down your thighs.

He takes your panties and cleans up your legs with them, and, to your horror, slides them back on you. Cringing at the feeling, you let out a whine. Nick’s fingers move to your chest and he meanly twists one of your nipples.

And the look on his face, god. He finds it so funny that he starts laughing hysterically. Frowning, you pout at him.

“Stop it, Nick! It’s not funny.”

“It’s very funny, shadysider. Now pull your shorts back up and get going, I have a game to win.”

[noxioussim]

Reigen arataka x smr (imagines!)

CW; 18+, height difference, overstim, Lowkey short, Dom male reader, penetration.

- imagine being shigeo and ritsus older brother (I mean OLDER like mid-older 20's type old.)

- reigen gets invited to dinner at the kageyamas so he can meet the two younger boys parents! Oh my! It's the same weekend you happen to be in town.

- reigen arrives as they add in you'll be joining them, reigen doesn't mind, why should he? your just their older brother.

- he arrives before you, hes sitting down at the table, an empty seat right next to him for you when you arrive.

"He'll be here any minute."

- shigeo and ritsu are not only excited to have you meet their parents but they see their brother they haven't seen in a few years? Win win!

- once you step through that door and reigen sees you, he starts questioning himself in every single way possible.

- how the hell are you so tall? Non of the other kageyamas are as tall as you are..and that body.. damn. (Humble yourselves because we can only wish.)

- he may as well be barking like a damn dog at this point. You were wearing a suit and tie because you were in a hurry to get here from your work?

- he wants your tie to be wrapped around his wrists while you fuck him senseless. All of dinner he's shaking in his seat as you sit next to him, he can't help but glance at you ever so often as beads of sweat drip down his temple.

"Are you okay, Mr. Arataka?"

- a question Mrs kageyama would ask kindly as reigen would attempt to Regain his composure, he would grin and nod confidently even though we all know he's dying inside.

(18+ begins here.)

- imagine you took an interest in him aswell..I mean who wouldn't? You meet him in his office while dropping shigeo and ritsu off. He's stammering and flushed as he wildly gestures his hands around, trying to start a conversation with you.

- you both get alone time as the others are out doing a school project? Oh no? Serizawa is sick? Coincidence or did you use your psychic powers to change the day up just for this opportunity..?

- here you are, reigen in your lap as you sit in his office chair, he mindlessly bounces up and down on your cock, taking all of you inside him as he blabbles and murmurs incoherent words and sentences.

- he's gripping onto your shoulders before he would wrap his arms around your neck, pulling you closer as you grip his hips, forcing him to go faster with each movement, hitting a different angle each time.

- he squeals and gasps every time you reach new heights as his eyes roll back from the pure pleasure your bringing onto him.

- he cums as white ropes go onto your suit and a bit of his exposed abdomen, he's begging you too slow down but we all know if he wanted to stop he'd say the safe word.

"P-please!~ oh oh god! It's too much- please please ohhh~ohmyghh..I can't..I can't! Fuc-fucmmhmm! Faster!~ faster! More..gah-hah ha--oh faster please!"

-hes fucked stupid on your fat cock as it all goes inside him. Hes so messed up and it's a beautiful sight. Drool on his chin, face red and he's sweating like crazy, your cock twitching inside him.

Pls give him aftercare and praise him.

[strawberrybobamilk]

GTA Protagonists x Reader Scenarios

First date

Claude

The both of you spent the day at the amusement park; unexpectedly, he kept hugging you and holding hands, as he is afraid you wouldn't understand how much he loves you as he can't speak (but you smiled all the time and kissed him, telling him you love him just the way he is).

Tommy

He took you to a fancy restaurant! In general expect ALL dates with him to get pampered like royalty!

Carl

He took you on a fast food date and finished with a coffee break (if you know what I mean...).

Niko

Niko doesn't have any preference when it comes to dating, so he just took you anywhere you wanted. Even though he wasn't being very talkative, you could feel his eyes on you for the entire time.

Johnny

If you have a motorcycle: he is gonna race you (and never letting you win). If you don't have a motorcycle: he gladly lets you cling onto his back.

Luis

He took you to his own club and danced with you. Someone of course eyed you but Luis took care of it, asking you to not mind that man's bleeding nose.

Franklin

You rang Franklin's doorbell, and as soon as he opened the door you immediately fell backwards to the floor with something fluffy on your chest that was spreading drool all over your face. Both of you giggled at Chop waggling his tail and happily barking at you. You and Franklin spent the rest of the day walking in the park alongside Chop.

Michael

He invited you to the theater to watch his own magnum opus Meltdown together; the grin full of pride that he had throughout the whole movie was truly something priceless.

Trevor

Believe it or not, Trevor was actually scared and nervous as shit on your first date; yeah he has been with countless women before, but it was never something serious, and you were different: so many people he loved abandoned him, what if he messed up here and you'd end up leaving? Despite all his insecurities, your first date went great: he took you on a ride on his plane. It was nice for him to have someone who truly admired him and his pilot skills. When you both landed, you giggled and kissed his cheek, telling him how wonderful it all was. He looked like a tomato for the rest of the day.

Note: this is my first attempt at writing x reader stuff, so sorry if it's a bit sucky (also sorry if there's grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language). Also I need more Niko x reader stuff, my boy deserves more appreciation.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan bandits but sheriff reader has an idea to let internal conflict take down their little schemes

Reader gets one of them in private and kisses them and tells them not to tell anyone, and that theyre the only person theyve kissed,, but doing this with all of them

In an argument, one bandit spills the deal that sheriff kissed them, and they all realize theyve been fooled by the sheriff <3

"Arson...Robbery.. Destruction of Property."

The list goes on. You pace back and forth through the empty corridor as you list off the crimes carried out by one person and their merry little crew; said individual locked behind the steel bars before you. A rush of adrenaline courses through them everything your eyes glance in their direction; not a single ounce of guilt on their face.

"Breaking and entering." You come to a stop, sitting in the chair placed in front of the cell. "Couldn't avoid staying out of the lion's den, could you? Or wearing its clothes."

The bandit shrugs, grinning from ear to ear. "What can I say? The color suits me, but I'd wear a garbage bag if it was something you touched."

You scoff. "Can't hold your tongue either, huh?... You're lucky that's what I like about you."

The bandit's cocky personality shatters. They swallow hard, shrinking at the shutter in their voice as they speak. "W-what did you just say?"

"I said I like you. More than the rest of your little pals at least." You stand up, walking over to the cell; dangling your keyring between your fingers. As you unlock the door and step inside, they feel like they're trapped in a room with a snake. That same devil that tempted man as the fables go. You crouch beside them; their heart melting at the passive smile on your face. You stroke their cheek as you lean in.

"You're a special one, you know that? You don't belong with that bunch. Tell you what, I'm gonna give you a little present just to let you know how special you are."

The bandit dives in to meet your lips as you draw closer, but you subside their fantasy with a small peck to their cheek. Though it wasn't what they were expecting, the poor fool is nearly drooling with their jaw on the floor at the kiss. You unlock their uncuffs and they just sit their for a moment - mesmerized. Your stare weighting on their back; they finally hop up from the bench and scurry out the open cell. Before they can leave the jail you call out to them, holding a finger to your lips.

"Make sure you keep this our little secret."

-

Returning to the hideout, the bandit can already hear commotion from inside. Opening the door, they find the rest of the gang at their card table; betting the belongings they stole from you over a game of poker. They come to find out that after a particular nasty hand, another had spilled the beans that you had kissed them on the wrist.

"You call that something?" Another barks. "The sheriff kissed my forehead."

"Yea, well they said I saw their favorite."

"They said that to me too..." The one who just entered adds. "Before kissing my cheek."

"Bullshit!"

"Shut your traps!"

A booming voice from the corner of the room brings silence across the floor. The leader of the gang sits up from their seat, disgruntled over the fact that they'd been woken up from their plesant dreams involving the town sheriff - and that everyone was fitting over something so stupid.

"How dumb can you idiots be? Don't y'all see what's going on here? We're all the sheriff's favorite. We're a team afterall, and a team shares their winnings. However- if you want to find out who's really better than the rest, well- we'd better go pay them a visit, right?"

[tparker48]

The science fair was on the rise as Percy readied his machine to tranform objects into anything they wanted. Designed in a replica of a photo booth, he tested its performance on soup cans burrowed from the cafeteria, turning their metal husks to fluffy marsh mellows. The work was a success in the main run, but the objects it creates still kept its original detail. He learned that the hard way after taking a bite out of one of the soft desserts, ravioli flavored is never a good sweetener.

He worked hard in his laboratory to perfect his invention, musk and sweat nearly overcoming him as he worked at the wires. Before he knew it, the science fair had arrived. He set up shop near the bleachers, watching his fellow students haul their own inventions to the displays at the front of the stadium. He mingled with those near the booth, sharing his anticipation of who might win. But commotion drawed his attention, turning toward the entrance. A student was on the floor, surrounded by papers from her binder. And standing over her was the bully from his class. Jesse.

"the boss doesn't take kindly to ladies who don't pay the toll. think your nerdy fair is a free ticket? Think again."

"This fair is a free right! You have no say in the matter!" the student replied.

"Oh ho, how wrong you are sweetheart."

a whistle came from a group of jocks across the room, a huskier member standing out from the crowd. "Jesse, forget the twig!" he barked, holding a sack of money from a student caught in his fist. "We've more than enough, Let's scram before security shows up."

"Yes Baco!" He straightened his jacket, stepping over the papers the student reached for. "Consider yourself lucky, tuts. But don't think I won't be back for ya later." he kicked the papers away, joining the rest of the pack as they moved to the other outskirts of the stadium.

the student raced to scatter her papers mumbling to herself as she searched for her binder. Percy leaned at her side, picking her binder for her to put her papers in. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, its nothing, just another day." she said.

"I know Jesse, this isn't his particular mugging. wait here,I'll fetch security and-"

She held up a palm. "No no, it's fine. you shouldn't have to go through all that stress." She grabbed the rest of her papers, and the binder before she walked toward the booths. "I should get my booth ready."

"hey wait." he spoke, his voice falling on deaf ears as she disappeared into the crowd of students. He turned his gaze to the laughter of the jocks, Jesse following behind Baco.

That coward, running through the stadium like a hound off a leash, trampling over others hard work. least of all, he has a student fearful of the consequences if they do talk. It was uncanny. horrid. and he was going to do something about it.

He prepared the rest of his table, before following the jocks around the stadium. He hid through the display as students camouflaged his movements, watching the herd of muscle squeeze their way through the halls. Hiding behind an inflatable globe, he noticed Baco talking to Jesse, before he went into the hall and Jesse went off to the other booths. The big guy would be too hard to tend to, but he felt he'd be able to hit two birds with one stone. For the time being, he'll follow Jesse.

catching him at one of the booths near the stage, he managed to lure him toward his table, promising the oaf a hot date that was eager to take a photo with his manliness. He barfed at the words he spewed, but it sufficed as they arrived his booth, a photo machine resting next to it.

Jesse drooled at the mouth. "And she's in there you said."

"Yup, she's in there waiting for you. Just watch your ste-" an arm shoved Percy into the table.

"Yeah yeah, nerd sure. Hey babe, I hear your lookin' for a man." he darted inside. shuffling rang around the machine, Jesse groans following before the curtain. "I see you like a lot of hair, them dread locks ya got or..Hey!" he held a mop in his hand, thrashing it about. "What gives ya nerd?! There's no lady in here at all!"

"No, but an idiot is." he twisted the knob of his invention, the wires glowing as it traveled toward the machine. There was a bright flash, Jesse's arms snapping behind the curtain before he scowled at the incoming sparks. Students from the other booths looked his way, Percy sharing their gaze before raising a finger to his mouth.

They moved along, the sparks from the machine ceasing as smoke simmered from the curtain. Percy drew it back, and fanned the inside. the booth was completely empty, the seat untouched as piles of clothes stacked upon the floor. Sitting on top, would be a jock strap. it throbbed absently, like a fish fresh from water. He bent down and gazed at the slim wear, peaking inside to Jesse's face sticking out from the rubbery funnel.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" he garbled.

"I made you into something that won't be bothering students anymore. Not so tough looking for a pair of underwear is it?"

"You nerd! you think I'm going to just sit here and let you do this?!" the the jockstrap flailed. "When the Boss finds out what you've done, your ass is grass."

"Unfortunately, you're right about your boss finding out about this. But I think I know how to get them off my trail, and get back for the other fellow nerds your bullies tortured. But first.." he place Jesse onto the table, pulling a few more of his tools from his pocket. "Let's get you ready for a test run."

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Minutes go by as Jesse flailed in efforts to flee from the towering nerd, clamps from the tables keeping him from hopping off. Cold, round metal hinges squeezed into his rubbery end, fingers rotating them the bulky edge held his mouth open. Not a moment later, the nerd was finished, holding him toward the mirror for hims to gaze at himself. He looked like he was corked, his lips sealed with straps as they jangled as a little key jangled a above him.

"There, that should keep you from spoiling the fun." Percy traced a finger at his genius. Jesse didn't have time, before he was stuffed into his pocket, the chatting crowd growing soft before metal doors opened.

Where was he taking him? Doesn't he know he's a sitting duck when the boss gets a hold of him? He listened as the nerd traversed through the hallway, before another set of doors opened, and chattering ensued.

"To think those pipsqueaks had decent packed a lot this time. those piss ants are walking piggy banks today." A deeper voice pierced the fabric. Its tone, he recognized it from anywhere. Its the boss!

The pocket grinded against as his voice grew soft, a door creaking open before fingers pinched at his form. Dragged out, he was placed inside a locker. Hot girl magazines decorated the metal walls, a jockstrap hanging from a string overhead. Odd, it had the exact chain as him, the same texture, size. almost as if it were..fit for him.

"Good, I managed to the brand right." Percy hands. Fondled at the slim where. "Baco always did have a thing for keeping these around. But I think it't time he tried something new." He unclamped its restraints, hoisting Jesse into them.

"Wha a yu talken abou?!" He garbled through his filter.

"It's not rocket science, you can put two and two together. Every time that oaf comes back here, he comes in alone to fetch his wares."

Comes to fetch his wares?..No, he doesn't mean his..creaks came muffled from down the hall, Percy peaking out of the pathway.

"Show time." He closed the door, leaving Jesse inside the locker.

He thrashed along the string suspending him in the air. Dread flowing through his flaps at the doom that was to come. Baco wasn't keen on them watching his business, and didn't want to find out what it was without the bosses blessing. Commotion came from the pathway, Jesse looking between the slanted lines.

An arm slammed Percy to the opposite lockers, a jock in a leather Jacket stepping closer. "What do you think you're doing in my lockers, numbnuts." He growled, lifting him off his feet.

"I was just looking around. Sorry Baco, honest." Percy said.

"The balls you have to come in here, I should rock your lights out right now. But fortunately you got me in a good mood" he jerked Percy to his locker, Jesse falling from the string. "Fetch my favorite jockstrap, I feeling romantic right. now"

Jesse flopped in a panic, his back end folding against the walls. "Yes sir, right away." the panel opened as Percy looked inside, He and Jesse sharing glances. the transformed jock shook his head in disapproval, the nerd denying his pleas as a fist shrouded his gaze.

His eyes folded in on themleves, pinched as he swayed from side to side. His limbs wouldn't obey, flailing in the wind like a slim sheet of paper. He tried to speak, but his voice came out garbled once more. The palm opened to Baco looming overhead, a finger loosening at his shorts to the ground.

His eyes widened as he gazed upon his boss' wares. Greasy green stains damped the sides of his inner thigh, the patches of the fabric holding his cock on the brink of snapping free. He slipped the used wares off with ease, kicking them to his locker.

"Set them on the floor." He placed his hands on his hips, watching as Percy nodded at his command.

Jesse's face stretched, widening to fill the the blocky feet before he was pulled upward. the thighs climbed on both sides of him, filling the holes with its muscles as it reached the giant jock's waist. He panned toward the swinging trunk between his legs, the lint sticking to its skin revealing themselves before it jammed into his mouth. the damp skin touched his tongue, a sour taste invading it. it was like eating a corn dog that was dunked in a pool of dish water and then mixed with sweat. He writhed to get it out of his mouth, but it jammed deeper as Percy wrapped the reins along Baco's waist.

the jock grabbed his crotch with a fist, sending heavy gropes that twisted Jesse's mouth. "that's a good boy, I want my cock nice and snug like it's in a chick's mouth."

Percy narrowed his gaze, tightening the straps harder against his waist. by his third tug, the cock outlined the center of the jockstrap, the very slit visible between the above the jangled key. "There, it's do-"

a palm met the back of his head, thrusting him to the far locker. "About time, now beat it. I got chicks to see." He marched down the walkway, putting on his shorts as he tucked Jesse inside.

"A..Ha.." Jesse garbled, the thick thighs grinding the cock to the back of his mouth. It was soggy, greasy as it grazed his rubbery ends. how was he going to get Baco's attention like this? he could chew on..hell no, he wasn't going to result to that. Being this close to the boss' cock is enough without him trying to rip him a new one. He tried to speak again, widening his mouth to bypass the girth of the fleshy organ.

the metal contraption unlatched, his tongue reaching out from its rubbery pocket. Good, he got his tongue out. He moved it to the side of the contraption, flicking at the metal gear keeping his mouth open. but another gear unlatched as it drew his tongue against the skin, grazing his taste buds against the meaty ball stamping over him. He winced, pulling his tongue away from the bouncing sack. "Wha tha?!"

a mic squeaked from the metal device, a nasaly voice speaking through. "Almost forgot how rough Baco rough, gonna have a headache after hitting the locker, but Its worth once I reap the award from the sidelines."

Jesse's face scrunching, fighting the gears in efforts to free his tongue. "by now you've noticed my little trinkets have activated, that should get you two of you set on things. let's see, you've already tasted his cock, but how about a more different flavor."

The gear turned, folding his tongue to the slanted slit crowning the cock, and jammed its way through it. Creamy fluid dosed into his tongue, Jesse's eyes bulging as his senses cried for relief. But latches from the contraption forced the head into his mouth.

"Ah the cock slit, the world's filthiest tube known to man, that should get you just the right taste for the job. Heh, if if doesn't sour it first." His tongue squished deeper into the fleshy tube, its length bulging with his tongue as it climbed to the base.

"Oh fff..the hell's going on in there?" Baco moaned from the outside. the fabric smashed against his member, the rounded head squishing into Jesse's eyes before they were rubbed in place. "Is there a worm in there or something?" he yanked the fabric back, but the gears of the metal latched on, vacuuming the cock back into Jesse. they gagged almost in sync, Baco prancing around as Jesse did his best to cough up the bulky sausage.

"Quite the ball dance you two are having over there. I have a feeling the two of you are going to be like that for a long time."

"Why.. yu litta.."

"Tata Jesse, this nerd's got a science fair to go too."

The mic next to him sizzled, vaporizing into particle as smoke simmered through him. Baco's fist returned, stamping him out in efforts to take the undergarments off. Jesse winced at its bombardment, creamy fluid sweeping through his tongue before a puddle filled his mouth.

"Percy!" he scowled, before his voice softend.

**********************************

Baco's grunts echoed around the science fair, knockig into the posters at the entrance as he muttered to himself. other student's stared upon him like a madman, eering themselves away from the stumbling jock. but Percy was nothing interested in his flounders, his finger twirling at the trigger in his hand. but he looked to his left as the student from before readied her booth, approaching her from the side.

"Getting along well?" he asked her.

"Oh, hello again. yes, thing's have been going smoothly so far."

"Glad to hear, so about that guy from earlier, Jesse you recall?" He asked, her head nodding softly. "Well turns out he turned a new leaf."

"On such short notice?"

"I know right. you could say he was above the knees when he mention, hehe. would you care to try out an invention of mine?" he brought over a smaller inventiion of his, a small hair dryer with a nozzle attached to it.

"A hair dryer?"

"Well, from the outside at least." he leaned over the table, brushing against the nozzle. "This bute is called the romantic mood swings. R.M.S for short."

"Fascinating, what does it do?"

"Why Im glad you ask, it is normally designed for making frequencies, but I've modified it to make it more..functional. Let me give me a demonstration, see that jock over there?" He pointed toward Baco, wrestling with his shorts, swearing at the staff that came near him.

she clutched at her binder. "Isn't that the boss that Jesse mentioned."

"He's grumpy up close, but that's because he doesn't have the right motivation. but with this device, all i gotta do is prepare and say," he twisted at the machine's knob. "moan."

the jock jolted from his seat, his hips bucking forward. "Oh no, not a..a..again!" his body hunched over the bench ,his shorts becoming damp in the process.

"See? it works like a charm."

"That's amazing, I've never seen such an invention like this."

"Why thank you, thank you very much."

"To think bodily functions will respond with a twist of a knob. How did you come up with this idea."

He paused for a moment as he gazed at the blundering jock. looking at his shorts, he could almost imagine the drench Jesse was going through, all thanks to his lovely invention. he tucked the actual trigger in his cloak, pressing absently at it from the outside. the dryer gimmick was a last second choice, but it was the best he came up with. "A scientist never reveals his secrets." he winked.

[dmsr-art]

i made a thread on twitter to yell about all my tlt holiday exchange gifts/treats but realized i hadn't done that here so LETS GO!!!

first up is this tridentariicest one that gave me pussy zoomies at 7am in the morning. ITS SOOOOO..... TRIDENTARII GIRLIES JUST READ IT OKAY. i am kissing anon on the mouth with tongue

the neon genesis evangelion au of MY DREAMS. anon did an incredible job translating tlt dynamics into this universe. alecto mech makes harrow CUM. i want to eat this fic

more tridentariicest 😳💦 nasty and full of delicious degradation and begging

CORONABETH FUCKS GIDEON NAV'S YUMMY DEAD BODY SICKOS STAY WINNING ANON U ARE A TRUE HOMIE

not one but TWO (!!!!) tridentariicest coronabeth big dicked bimbo puppy girl treats for little ol' me IM BARKING!!!! these two are incredibly hot and feature whining and drooling corona OUGHHH

[vasiktomis]

The Seeds Eating You Out - AFAB!Reader (18+)

Tags/Warnings: Humiliation, angst, illiteracy, yelling.

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t beat around the proverbial bush. He wants to make sure you’re satisfied.

He takes an ultra long time worshiping your body.

Lots of kisses.

After a while the spit in his beard goes cold and it feels like a gross stamp.

Also, you realise that despite all the worship, he never actually looks at your face.

When he finally settles between your legs and you’re looking down at the top of his head, you realise how aggressive the male pattern baldness really is.

A strangled sound escapes him the moment he lowers his face to your cunt.

You look down again. He’s crying. Choked sobs, shoulders wracking against your thighs.

“I’m sorry.” He blubbers, drooling saliva and snot all over your vulva. “My wife had a vagina, too, you see.”

Deep in the ocean of his balls, the sperm that will one day become the fetus that will one day become Ethan Seed is strangling its siblings to death. It will lead the New Eden.

___________________________

Faith

Faith is one to keep her nails clipped, god bless.

She just hasn’t washed her hands since the 3rd grade.

There’s almost as much grime on her fingers as there is her terminally bare feet, which are leaving patches of wet grit and sand and the odd blade of grass on your sheets as she crawls toward you on the mattress.

“Welcome to the bliss.” She smiles, holding eye contact until she’s lowered herself enough that you can only see the whites of her eyes.

A muddy hand grips your thigh, and it distracts you from a long lick through your folds, and the expectant look that goes unanswered.

Bravely, she continues on. First in an ‘A’ sequence, then ‘B’.

She’s tracing the alphabet into your clit, and what’s worse, you can hear her humming along so as not to forget her place.

When she gets to ‘F’, she stops and cranes her head to meet your gaze again.

“F for Faith.” She whispers, expressionless.

“That’s right. Very good.” You nod, hesitant.

You wish to leave this place.

___________________________

John

For the past minute, John has been rubbing your shit like a scratch 'n' win lottery card. Sweat gathers on his forehead.

When this started, he was brimming with charisma. Now, 60 seconds in, he looks like he’s about to kill you.

“You like that?” He pants yet again, near sanding off your clitoris with the sheer elbow grease he’s putting into it. “You gonna squirt? You gonna come? Come already. Just —why won’t you come?” John punctuates his accusation by straight up punching the mattress.

For a moment, he looks like he might burst into tears. Into the layers of cotton and padding, he screams himself hoarse before going deathly quiet.

It’s a matter of seconds before he composes himself.

He’s a pro, after all.

A bead of sweat (or perhaps a tear) that had been wobbling at the end of his nose smears into your folds as he lowers his mouth to your entrance — and all but shoves his tongue inside with a faux-appreciative hum that makes it obvious he really thinks he’s doing a good job right now.

Just as soon as the ill-informed venture begins, he’s pulling out and away from you, settling on his knees with what is either a grin or a grimace.

Hastily, he fumbles with his belt.

Apparently it’s his turn now.

___________________________

Jacob

Jacob traces a grimy finger around your clit, ignoring the hitch in your breath.

“See, if you had some more meat on this, there’d be more for me to work with.” He grumbles. “No balls, either. Not only am I going hungry, but thirsty, too. How do you expect to feed a platoon like this?”

“Sir, it’s a pussy, SIR!” You bark back at him, doing your damnedest not to flush red while his eyebrows raise.

His expression turns thoughtful, then. “So this is what a pussy looks like. And the hole?”

“Supposed to be there, SIR.”

“Ew, yuggy.”

“Sir, it is yuggy, sir!”

Jacob shifts back, then. He turns to look over his shoulder at the sliver of arm peeking out from behind a corner.

“Peaches, you see this shit?” He hollers. “Is this common?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Comes the trembling response.

Jacob hums at that, returning to scrutinising your cunt.

“So this is what the liberal agenda is pushing.” He scoffs. “This is the America I fought for.”

[onestepbackwards]

In honor of No Nut November I give this.

Ingo bets Emmet can’t be horny for the entire month (the older twin getting tired of finding you, and the smiling one in the office, or on the train.)

Emmet agrees, he’s Emmet after all! He likes winning more than anything!

You catch wind of the little bet, and think of it as the perfect time to dress comfy.

Emmet coming home to you in one of his shirts, your nipples poking through the fabric, and no panties in sight.

“Welcome home, hon!” You kiss his cheek, breaking him from his thoughts.

He’s already on the verge of grabbing you, but the month has only started.

“Emmy.”

He looks at you, fighting to stay looking at your face.

“You’re drooling.”

He quickly wipes it away, silently swearing under his breath.

But that’s not the end of it, not at all. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take! From you visiting him at work, in such a cute skirt, only to bend over and show you aren’t wearing anything under it.

To videos of you pleasuring yourself, squealing his name.

To pictures of you naked, only wearing his spare work coat and hat. He wants to scream so badly. He can’t handle this, but he doesn’t want Ingo winning.

He knows you find his struggle amusing.

You love all his begging he does for you, he just ways to cum! Please darling! But you remind him of his bet.

You can feel his eyes on you at all times in the house, like he’s stalking you. Whenever you look at him, he has this dark, lustful look in his eyes, like you’re a walking piece of meat.

The longer it continues the darker the look.

The closer it gets to December, the closer he stands to you.

You can’t help but feel excited.

Knowing that once the clock strikes midnight on December 1st, you won’t be leaving the bed anytime soon.

If the shaky hands gripping your hips, and hot breath on your neck are anything to go by.

Ohhohhhhohoho I am BARKING, Anon. 👀👀👀

At first its a nice break. You love sex with Emmet, you do! But his stamina and his horniness is near impossible to keep up with. You don’t usually mind, and he’s good about giving you space when you need it, but a break like this? It’s nice. Until it’s been a week. Then you start to miss it, addicted to him and his touch. So you decide to tease him. Make up for all the times he has teased you while you were away from home or at work, or all the times he begged to see you at the subway. ...Only to end up fucking you on his train or in his office, or in rarer occasions, hallways and tunnels. He was a menace, and this was the perfect opportunity for some payback. It’s great to see him struggle, his hands shaking, and his mouth watering. It gets worse for him when you stop being subtle, no longer wearing underwear around him, and sending him naughty videos. He despairs about it, and makes sure to tell you as such, moping and pouting half the time he’s with you. Its even worse if you also happen to be dating Ingo at the same time. Ingo can compose himself, compared to Emmet. He doesn’t mind going long periods without sex with you, as long as he can still see you. Making a bet with him for No Nut November would be useless, because Ingo would be able to win without challenge. Which makes it even more torturous if Emmet ever catches you with Ingo, or hears you both when he gets home. He!! Wants you!!! He wants to love you, touch you, fuck into you, cum in you-! But he will wait. He is Emmet, and he can handle any challenge. Waiting is torture, but it will make the prize that much sweeter. He will get to rub it in Ingo’s face he can go a whole month without fucking you or getting off. He can’t wait for his brother to admit defeat. But he also can’t wait for the real prize. You. He doesn’t blame you for taking advantage of the month. He knows how bad he can be. But you are being a damn tease! On purpose!!! Emmet won’t let that slide. The exact moment December arrives, he will burst into your room, and be on you. He won’t let you go that easy. He’ll even make sure to take the day off before hand if the day is a work day. His smile twitches as he watches you happily make dinner in a giant sweatshirt of his, no pants or underwear on. Yes. He will win this stupid bet. All he has to do is wait.

[captainkurosolaire]

X5 ~ Prelude to Destiny

[Prev:C] Sunbreak Treachery ~ Scarlet Destiny ~ ♪"Good Guy"♪

Surging water rushed down stream and woodland insects began hissing. A process of wild nature was coiling, a serpent slithering up an evergreen, where chirping birds held host, were being nurtured by their dearest mother of plucked worms being divided kindly, a few newborn eggs left to hatch. A predator serpent salivates a most-scrumptious treat, practically anticipating its course-meal, down those impressive elastic-like mandibles. Camouflaging alongside bark on the unexpected-prey. Its winding patterned-tail curling in support with a sturdy bough. Preparing itself to lunge when their grown-guardian drew close among the edge of the abode nest. One-strike all it’d take. Drooling venom-leaked against its fangs.

The Primeval Law; weak was fed to strong. All abide even if they’ve yet to encounter their devourer. Lonely and with a trouble-soul on a nearby bench gave a daring-stare to this process. Words reciting back in harmful-memory from his own pit-betrayal consistent snakes on his Crew or swimming in believed friendly-waters, hiding deceitfully. Recently departing a treacherous brother consumed by envy, he left them to their own-fate to a volunteering infirmary after their emotional-battle. Far as their long-history was concerned, this was the conclusion.

Again. Left with no-one, nothing. Giving a castaway didn’t mean his Crew would care or remember him after the Summer-break that was agreed-upon. Everything built-up to be demolished again, perhaps in the end, that’s all his purpose served. Fleeting reprieve or an experience to parade; merely a tale. Constant-cycle, that no-matter how many times, attempted to evolve past being simply defined, he always fell-short where it mattered. Teeth-grit angrily with rebelliousness, this was his shade. Always resisting what’s supposed to be assumed, standard, natural. Traitor’s venom from Sol, sept into his veins, and momentarily obscured reflection, <”You’ll become no-better than me, blight akin to myself. All that preaching of goodness, light you bring… Those accursed eyes… Constantly shining against darkness will collapse, you’ll be confronted with the forces we ran to maintain freedom. That we both know, are impossible to overcome. Irrefutable tides, power-beyond-power, none can oppose and it’ll come for your sanctuary. When it DOES, you’ll become at the forefront butchering to survive; thrive, or die empty as nothing.” Winning against their grueling contest, but it didn’t feel like that at-all. He lost a practical considered-brother, a friend, someone trusted. So many wounds overtook and festered. Couldn’t help but wonder if there was painstaking truth in this omen. Not-the-first time something demonic, prophecies his foretelling of the future. That stalking-serpent about to gobble up, let out a hiss before lunging at the motherling, feline-ears quivered, before a bellowing shout, raged forth his own tatted-scarred arm maneuvered like serpent itself grappling the snake in tracks. Poisoned-dipped-fangs close to the motherly bird who collapsed in frightening fear. Wanting to strike at the interrupting-handler, but expertly strangled in prevention. He was its predator, the traumatizing snakes surrounding his story-past made feline instincts-flare. Vengeful frustration wanting to keep squeezing, serpent with a vicious-grip back that often choked-prey’s life out of them. Taking his own wrathful-distraught on something, anything to remove-feeling. Facially-feature’s intimidatingly surfaced, before roaring and snarling stood against the snake, making its resisting force act cowardly; skin shedding early in fear, wanting to slip away to escape desperately; preservation crying. Knowing the serpent was now in-peril. Clutched callous-grip stayed viciously snug until suddenly, the conflicted-soul, dropping below on his knees freeing the creature with mercy, as it slithered recoiling into hedges onward, it’d find meal elsewhere.  Balled-fist kept pounding against the soils beneath, until this boiling-fury was vanquished and knuckles busted open. Resisting urges to become another vile-design; proving them right. Thought crept-in. Opposing so many oppressive forces, notions, order, acted on his own principles, but never saw any succession. No reward in this road of kindness. Nay treasures, glory was had, the people of the land-he-idolized their simplistic and normal settings, mocked for being too mundane. To him it seemed so routine but above-all, they owned peace, knowing no enemies, they lived-unadventurous life but held an inspiring wealth that was long-lasting that didn’t slip from their fingertips, nor materialistic or fool’s gold. His chaotic world navigated upon, continuously rejecting him seemingly from being any symbol-good. As-if wasn’t meant-to-be, swore himself to such-a-daring task with a-sea itself. The pledge prohibited him from ever tasting any true solitude. Condemning his own slavery in mind, body, spirit and soul so foolishly in brazened-youth. Whether desired or not; he must become a conqueror. 

Would figuring out who his Mother was grant clarity a sense – closer to mastery? His-feet shuffled back to standing composure resettled. Taking a breathing; believing unlikely with an exhaled-sigh. Yet his prismatic, fluttering inner-guide hadn’t steered him wrong. He’d boldly walk to this next-seek. Unknowingly that the perceived ‘inadequate’ heart-thrumming inside him, would be contested against warring deathly drums written; in scarlet-destiny. Whole barbarous Isle with a purely-dominating Nation of blood-thirsty predators, eating upon the world’s core effortlessly once again reawakened, stirring up on his beloved-seas, their appetite gluttonously, insatiable, devours in power, ruthless savages.

Collision tides were inevitably forecast to meet; in forces of two, Gorey seas of crimson-bloody murky polluted waters versus unfiltered gilded-gold with an illuminating sun-ray, overhead reflecting the tiniest semblance of hope, that encouraged invitation to waters.

[ceasarslegion]

Im thinking of keira again oh no

She was so incredibly smart that she stopped fighting us on taking her painkillers when she realized that her joints would stop hurting if she ate the weird pill in her dinner too instead of spitting it out

And one time she ate an entire box of 24 wax candles after meticulously opening the box they came in, and then somehow put the box back on the counter as if we wouldnt notice the CANDLES WERE GONE

She was trained incredibly well, never barked unless something startled her or she was telling someone to knock it off, was very gentle with everybody, even let little toddlers win tug of war with her (when she was a viciously powerful tugger who refused to lose with the grown ups). She even had her own little language. There was distinct difference in her playing growls and her angry or warning growls. She would play bite while wrestling but would never bite down, just a little hold in her mouth. If she bit by accident at all she would stop immediately and lick you all over the place she bit by mistake to say sorry, and we taught her the phrase "im sorry" for when we accidentally bumped into or stepped on her so she never took it personally and would go right back to sunbathing instead of looking at you with betrayal. She also liked to go with my little sister to play so that she could protect her, only to end up stealing the neighbourhood kids tennis balls and bringing them home because they were her favourite ball to play fetch with. Thief! Thief!

She loved the smell of babies and would poke her snoot into strollers to go sniffsniffsniff at them, and then would like to make them laugh by licking their little faces.

She also loved water so much, because she was a lab. We never had any trouble bathing her because she heard the shower go and would perk up like "for me??? Water for me????? Bath time???? :D" and jump right in. I used to take her out to the beach that was right where we lived in abu dhabi to go swimming together. She loved to run in the sand and jump in the water with all my high school friends and i. And then we would towel dry her as best we could and let her lay on her beach towel with her toys while we uh, totally legally drank at the correct age to do so and generally did high school boy things.

She loved cats. Absolutely adored cats. She played nicely with them and always wanted to be friends. The neighbourhood strays did not appreciate this as much. Many times happened where she approached a stray with "play? Friend??" dog body language, only to get hissed at and then look at me with big sad eyes like "why wont it be my friend? 🥺" she hated other dogs though. She never ever liked other dogs. We think something may have happened with another dog before we got her. She had this best friend in a neighbourhood stray who always came to visit our backyard and would like, politely sit there like it was asking if keira could come out and play. Keira would always run up to wherever we were with her tail wagging and lead us to the yard where the cat was sitting. They played so nicely together, theyd usually take turns chasing each other in circles and then lay down together when they got tuckered out.

Obviously i walked her on a leash but she never needed one, she would never stray out of our sight. She also loved stuffed animals, just to cuddle with. She had the giant ikea dog that she carried around with her everywhere and it got so stinky with dog drool that whenever we washed it she would sit in front of the washer and dryer and pout for the rest of the day. It was her favourite toy and definitely a comfort object. Every other toy she destroyed on sight in typical labrador fashion, but not stuffed animals.

She also had her chair. It was a black leather recliner that was her chair. She always hopped on it and curled up and took naps on it. She loved her chair, it was her main spot and came with us throughout every move we made with her because she loved it so much. It was the perfect proportion for a dog of her size to curl up in the seat of and rest her head on the arm of like a pillow. My parents said they couldnt bring themselves to get rid of keiras chair until nearly a year after we had to put her down

She had such a rich life for a pup that started as a rescue from an abusive owner. She saw multiple continents and multiple countries, made so many new friends, explored more of the world with her nose than most humans do in their lifetimes, and made so many fun memories.

I couldnt be there when she died. I was in my last year of uni about to graduate on the other side of the world. I kinda knew it was coming though, thats why i took a video of the last walk i took her on before i flew back to toronto that semester. You dont spend 16 years growing up alongside a dog without kinda knowing intuitively when these things are about to happen. I miss her a lot though, and i wanna get a tattoo of a black lab swimming at some point because of how much she loved to swim.

She was the best dog i ever could have grown up with, and no other will ever compare to her or replace her for me. I hope one day i'll be healed enough to take another pup into my life, but im still in the process of moving on from her. Its been a really long and arduous grief period that i feel isnt gonna let up for a while yet.

[fbfh]

PLEASE you wrote that smutty headcanon on Jason and- ur so right he is SUCH a slutty sub. make the scariest roman demigod ur bitch. he was raised to obey orders no brat here, but he'd love it if you talk to him like one- just GOD made me so sweet on that man. like thats right, bet camp would find it real funny that their praetor goes belly up if you tell him to show off the goods-

please ur SUCH a good writer I am LOSING IT

ALKASJFLA;S THANK YOU BABES ILY <33333 making these noises atm. behaving like this. he's me fr. Jason Grace is a HUGE slut. he's such slutty sub. he submits so easily for you. if you google Jason Grace it'll bring up scholarly articles on people in positions of power that are totally submissive in bed and start blasting hozier. you are completly right, boy was born and raised to take orders and execute them to the letter. you tell him not to touch himself and just watch while you play with yourself and he'll do exactly that, and you'll get to watch him fight to (successfully) maintain his composure, watch his breathing get heavy, watch his jaw clench????????? then by the time you let him touch you he's drooling all over you???????? win win. there's no better way for him to destress from a long day full of exausting high stakes responsibilities than doing exactly what you say exactly when you say it so you ride the shit out of him until you've fucked every single thought out of his head. Jason Grace says please and thank you without being told yk. also getting to see composed self assured confident Jason Grace all flushed and fucked out with messy hair and fogged up glasses sitting crooked on his face is better than literally anything else. he submits to you so easy too. any displays of the most subtle casual domanence or affection have him fucking FOLDING. you touch his face while you're talking and he would bark in front of whoever's in the room if you told him to. he's so clingy afterwards too. he needs your aftercare cuddles like he needs air. he clings onto you and buries his face in your neck while you scratch his back and tangle your hand in his hair and kiss his forehead and it feels so good he thinks he could start and win wars just for more of it. like you know the trope of flirty coy playful troublemaking royal x unflappable responsible guard who will take any orders they're given????? that's jason fr. he's your knight in shining armor and you love playing with him more than anything.

[reincarnatedintospace]

the seijoh boys team movie nights headcannon

Oikawa always pick the movie, and Oikawa's choice is always and immediately vetoed. every time. he gets snack duty because 'you're our captain, your supposed to feed us' he sulks and complains and still brings the best snacks. he knows how to look after his team. Hanamakki and Matsukawa have either the best or worst taste in movies. very eclectic choices and its a toss up between the whole team actually enjoying it or both of them getting dragged afterwards for the poor choice. sometimes they pick a crappy one just to piss them off. they are always forgiven. eventually. the ones fighting over which action or monster movie is the best in the background are Iwaizumi and Kindaichi. it starts off easy and casual and pleasant but soon they're into it, barking about whose the better monster, whose winning in a match up against Godzilla. spoiler alert - no one wins against Godzilla. they arm wrestle for it. kindaichi never gets to pick the movie. Kunimi has claimed the only single armchair and is hiding with a blanket hoping no one calls on him. he hates it here. but really he's secretly smiling and enjoying all the drama. he pokes holes in all the movie plots and when provoked, will spoil an ending because he warned them. iwaizumi throws a cushion at him. Oikawa is asleep by the end of every movie, has drooled on at least two of his teammates and is conveniently still asleep when it comes time to clean up. they all know he's faking. they all let him get away with it. iwaizumi throws a cushion at him.

Kyoutani has a three week ban because the last time he was invited he threw the remote and broke Yahaba's T.V. Oikawa still invites him anyway because he 'likes to watch the world burn'. he also started the fire in the first place. Yahaba uninvites Oikawa. he rescinds it immediately. there will be no disrespecting our captain in this household. Watari's just vibing and enjoying the free snacks. he places bets on the arm wrestling and how long it'll take for Kunimi to ruin the plot this time. he's won money off them all. including Kunimi. he and Makki spend it on more snacks that they don't share with the rest of the team. they eat it in front of them all. Kindaichi steals some when they aren't looking. they all look forward to their team movie nights and for all their back and forth they are teammates through and through. they discuss their latest movie nights after practice and during school. it becomes legendary and a seijoh tradition long after they're gone. Kindaichi still never gets to pick the movie.

[2hai4you]

"Good Boy"

Request:

"Hellooo! hope u are doing good! Could you do Pilar x female reader where girl is teasing and playing with him instead. Please daddy! ❤️"

"Hellos how are you?

Do you have any more head cannons on cyberpunk?

Or if you could cyberpunk x a tomboy reader? Please" -anon

Pilar x f!reader

AN: Sorry it took so long to push this one out, been getting lots of inspiration from my kinky posts and advice from my little pup.

TW:pet play, femdomme, name calling (good boy), orgasm control

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You have been on the team for a while. Seeing members come and go, leave content or never come back. Maine has picked you up under his squad to do bigger missions. When there are successful missions, you and the crew will party all night. You click with Dorio and always poke fun at Pilar. You would go one on one with any of the guys, drink bottle after bottle, and win every time.

Pilar will often go around, tease, and be very playful to everyone. But when he makes his round to you, you always give him a big tease. Biting your lips, spreading your legs, and showing off your exposed chest as he slithers closer for a taste before you push him back.

"Awwww, c'mon baby girl! Let me have a taste tonight! Kekeke" he licks his lips frantically as his monovision staring directly down at your chest. You laugh at how needy he is as you let him get closer and closer. You pull up the top, exposing your abs, the fabric pushing up your breasts, almost exposing them. You placing your boot on his face, pushing him back. "Ah! Ah!... You want to see them you would have to bark!" You stare directly at him and bite your lips, while Dorio is laughing. "Nah! Fuck you...." Pilar shouts and almost pouts, before immediately looking back at you, grins, and barks like a little Chihuahua. Everyone laughs and cheers as Pilar is on all fours barking in front of you. Once you're satisfied, you pull him between your breasts and let him lick and taste your cleavage just for a second before pushing him off. "Now you have to be a good boy for me if you want more...." You give him a wink, licking the bottle neck sensually before chugging down. Everyone continues to laugh, cheer, and party as you tease Pilar more throughout the night.

After a few missions, one day you and the crew decided to go to the Afterlife bar. Celebrating another successful mission, everyone drank, had fun, and one by one took each other home. You stayed back a little longer and Pilar stuck around with you. Of course, he is being loud, perverted, and crude, but you love the attention he's giving you.

You decide, this is the night. You're feeling the alcohol run through your system, the heat from your body is making you needy. "Ay, choom. I bet you want more tonight don't you...?" You lean back into the booth, slowly unzipping your top to expose more of your cleavage. He is drooling on hisself, you can see his bulge almost bursting out of his tight jeans. "Go on... You know what to do... Bark... Beg.. let me see how much you want a taste..." He looks at you full of lust, watching the sweat drip down your chest, and his mouth wide open. Then he smiles and starts barking at your command. You lean in close to his ear, and tell him. "Good boy....time to go home, so you can make me feel good.." you lead him out from the bark, strutting playfully as he is mesmerized by your body.

Once you arrive at your complex, Pilar couldn't keep his hands off you. His large metallic hands tracing your body as you lead him into your bedroom. "Come... Undress me.." You stand in front of the bed, his hands slowly taking off your coat, pulling down the zipper of your top, exposing your bare chest. His hands stop and gently caress them, can't help but pant and drool at your wonderful body. "Nah ah! You're not done...." You place your finger on his forehead and push him lower. Feeling the heat from his breath as he lowers himself and undoes your pants, slowly pulling them down along with your panties. You sit on the bed as Pilar pulls off your boots and your pants all in one go.

"You have been such a good boy.... Now he's your reward..." You prop yourself up on the pillows, spreading your legs, letting Pilar see your glistening mound as you part your lower lips. "Come make me feel good...." Without hesitation he climbs up between your legs and slowly runs his tongue up and down, parting your pussy lips. His long tongue drawing circles around your clit before sliding in and out of your tight entrance. His large hand reaches up and cups your breasts, groping them, massaging them as he devours you. Moans, groans, and gasp escapes your lips as Pilar eats you out hungrily. You can feel the ripples of pleasure flow through your body as he devours you with such enthusiasm. "Good boy.... Just like that..." You hold his head in place as he grabs your body and holds you down. You start to grind on his eager face, as you get closer and closer to the climax. His tongue continues to explore your pussy, as you scream "Yes! I'm going to cum! Fuck fuck fuck!" He grabs your legs, locking you in place as he forces you to cum all over his face and his mouth. You're hips buck as Pilar continues to eat you out, licking up all the juices pouring out from your aching hole. Aching your back and screaming as you push out a body shaking orgasm. Finally collapsing in his arms, letting out a deep sigh.

"...Mm fuck what a good boy....now it's your turn..."You cracked a smile before turning him over and pinning him down on the bed with you on stop straddling him. Ripping his clothes off as you see his thick, throbbing member dripping with precum. "Oh! You're about to burst already huh..." You undress him completely before wrapping your fingers around his shaft and slowly stroking it. Pilar moans and thrusts his hips in tandem with you. He sits up and watches you as he exclaims, "Ay! I can't help it! I have been wanting you ever since you joined the team... Mmm fuck!" You give him a cheeky grin as you pick up the pace, covering his hot shaft with kisses, licking up the precum oozing from the tip. "Oh, that's perfect then you been jerking off thinking about all the things I would do to you huh...And since you have been a good boy and continue to be a good boy, you will get plenty of rewards like this..." You slowly climb on top of him, teasing the tip of his cock with your tight pussy. You enjoy his every expression as you slowly slide down onto his rod, taking every inch all the way to the base, before riding him. You lean against his body, your breasts pressed against his chest as your hips bounce up and down, and you whisper in his ear, "don't you dare cum without my permission,ok?" Pilar's hands reach back and wrap around your cheeks, moaning and groaning in your ear as he succumbs to you. All he can do is nod as you slam your hips down, your tight hole wrapping around his shaft.

You feel his fingers squeezing your cheeks as he gets closer and closer to climax, his cock swelling and pulsating inside of you. He screams," fuck! you're gonna make me cum! I can hold it anymore!" You ride his cock faster and harder, your cheeks clapping against his waist. You sit up so he can see the mess that you're making all over him, your legs spread, and your juices pouring down his shaft. Sweat dripping down your body, pinning him down with your hands as you whimper, "Not yet..... Hold it... Hold it like a good boy..." He groans as he tries to hold it. "Just like that... Are you ready? When I say cum, you're allowed to cum.... Ready.....?" You ride his cock harder and faster, the sound of your cheeks clapping against his waist as he throws his head back. "Cum? Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cream! " You scream and you continue to milk his cock. He thrusts up and groans as you feel a flood of his thick cream filling you up. You grind on his throbbing cock as he paints your inner walls with his cum.

You collapse on his chest, his cock still inside of twitching, pushing every last drop deep inside of you. You pant and moan, "Atta boy.... You keep this up you will get plenty of rewards..." He lets out a deep sigh as he warps his arms around you. Breathless he says, "Oh fuck yea. Anything for you...."

[pentuturbahasamelayubaku]

angry on your behalf.

in which itoshi sae's lover — gets infuriated over his behalf upon seeing the comments on his last play against the U-20.

"what the fuck,"

not really the sort to swear on the daily, dark eyes grew even darker. it probably would've had a more prominent effect had she worn her favourite contact lenses. "itoshi sae held the ball for too long? he didn't have a fucking choice!" she flipped onto her back, glaring at the screen of her phone. funny how comments towards her didn't affect her, but whenever it was towards her boyfriend or literally anyone else, she turns into a snarling dog that would maul literally anyone. she behaved in face of accusations just in case someone would call her "sae's drooling rabid dog". she even practiced patience for when people tried baiting her into biting or even barking. leaked photos of her and sae leading to envious outsiders calling her a pick-me girl for her affectionate behaviour, or a tyrant kaiserin for seeming disinterested in sae.

all rumors, none of them true the slightest. accusations, blame, when unfounded tends to stir ugly feelings within her. because she feels like if she sees and hears a little too much, she'll end up playing right into their hands become those very rumours. surviving as sae's significant other truly is hellish.

sometimes, she does want to dig her nails into her skin and bleed. sometimes, she wants to kneel and let loose. but for sae, she instead breathes and focuses on herself - the truth that has to stay within her very blood and existence.

no, don't go off-script. remember that you're supposed to focus your distaste on sae's insignificant haters. she desperately inhales a sharp intake of air, and manage to set her phone aside instead of blowing up and chucking the piece of trash towards somewhere. sae never seems to know this, but she has major anger issues. then again, would it be major anger issues when it's just pent-up resentment reaching its climax? she pales in comparison to others who are much more explosive the moment they receive something they dislike in their lives.

compared to them, she's pretty tame.

she thinks.

she hasn't injured others.

she hasn't even injured herself for some time now. that's a win. that's progress.

while still pissed with the existence of others' ignorance and stupidity, she managed to calm her own storm. people like that exists everywhere, more prominently on the internet. it shouldn't really bother her, not when literal degenerates who think it's alright to drive someone to suicide because they don't fit their standards exist. whenever facing those sort of comments, whether directed to herself or others, kage is bewitched by the temptation to act just as horrible as self-defense, as her own means to teach them a lesson. but when remembering how it might not even work and it would spell even worse trouble since she doesn't know how dangerous those people actually are, she forsakes the mouthwatering desire in interest of better judgement and life choices. block and walk away.

block and walk away. that's easier said than done, especially when sae came home with a pretty deadly aura and calls up owen (friend? enemy? associate.) to have him deal with someone who thought it was acceptable to even express how they think kage was plenty of things but the things sae would agree with.