#canine knee brace

[waynerussel]

canine knee brace

[dog-braces]

The Evolution of Canine Knee Braces: Beyond Treatment

In the dynamic landscape of pet care, the evolution of knee braces for dogs stands as a testament to the continual advancements in veterinary medicine and the commitment to enhancing the lives of our canine companions. What began as a solution for treating knee injuries has evolved into a multifaceted approach that transcends mere therapeutic application. The journey of canine knee braces reflects not just a progression in technology but an expanded understanding of the pivotal role these devices play in the overall well-being of dogs.

Origin and Therapeutic Focus

The inception of dog knee brace can be traced back to a primary goal — providing therapeutic support for canines grappling with knee injuries, ligament tears, or post-surgery rehabilitation. The initial focus was on stabilizing the injured joint, alleviating pain, and facilitating the healing process. As the demand for effective solutions grew, so did the need for more versatile and adaptive designs.

Technological Advancements

The evolution of canine knee braces witnessed a significant leap in technological advancements. The incorporation of cutting-edge materials, such as neoprene and adjustable straps, allowed for a more tailored and comfortable fit. This not only enhanced the therapeutic efficacy but also set the stage for a broader range of applications beyond the realm of injury treatment.

Beyond Treatment: The Holistic Approach

The transformation in the design and functionality of dog knee braces signaled a shift from a purely therapeutic focus to a more holistic approach. It became apparent that these braces could serve as proactive measures for preventing injuries, especially in active and agile breeds prone to knee issues. The evolution embraced a preventive philosophy, acknowledging that maintaining joint health is as crucial as treating existing conditions.

Lifestyle Enhancement

Modern canine knee braces are not just functional; they are designed to seamlessly integrate into a dog’s lifestyle. Whether it’s an adventurous hike, a playful romp in the backyard, or daily walks, these braces are engineered to provide support without hindering a dog’s natural movements. This emphasis on lifestyle enhancement recognizes the importance of maintaining normalcy and joy in a dog’s daily activities.

Adaptability to Aging Canines

As dogs age, their joints naturally undergo wear and tear, leading to conditions like arthritis. The evolution of knee braces recognizes the specific needs of senior dogs, offering support that enhances mobility, eases discomfort, and promotes a more active and fulfilling life in their golden years.

Emotional Well-being

Beyond the physical benefits, the evolution of canine knee braces acknowledges the impact on a dog’s emotional well-being. By providing stability, comfort, and the freedom to move, these braces contribute to a dog’s overall happiness and contentment. The positive influence on mood and temperament is a significant aspect of the broader evolution in understanding the emotional needs of our canine companions.

Consultation and Customization

The contemporary approach to dog knee braces emphasizes the importance of professional consultation. Veterinarians play a crucial role in assessing a dog’s condition, determining the right type of dog brace, and ensuring a customized fit. This collaborative effort reflects a commitment to personalized care that goes beyond a one-size-fits-all mentality.

In Conclusion: A Paradigm Shift

The evolution of knee braces for dogs signifies more than just a technological progression; it represents a paradigm shift in how we perceive and approach canine well-being. From targeted treatment to proactive prevention, lifestyle enhancement, and emotional support, these dog braces have evolved into versatile tools that cater to the diverse needs of our furry companions. As we continue to witness this evolution, it is evident that the journey of canine knee braces extends far beyond the confines of treatment, embracing a holistic philosophy that prioritizes the health, happiness, and vitality of our canine companions.

[ilsanslut]

proneboning—it’s HIS favorite position. there’s just something so very tantalizing about pinning you flush to whatever surface he can manage and completely ravishing you beneath him. and you? you love it just as much.

your pretty face pressed deeply into the sheets, leaving you to helplessly writhe and moan beneath the weight of your lover. your tiny fists fisting the sheets, bracing for every powerful, mind-numbing thrust as you feel his thick, heavy cock pounding the deepest depths within you. your shrill moans and pleasured wails becoming muffled by the duvet beneath you as you’re smothered beneath his hardy, masculine frame. you can feel his heavy weight and muscled chest boring down on your back, crushing and pinning you firmly into a mattress in such a delightful way as every one of his powerful, carnal thrusts, aided by gravity and his heft, pounds you further and further into submission—as if every singular one is bellowing MINE, MINE, MINE, from the lewd echos of your bedroom walls.

you can’t catch your breath, you can’t speak, you can’t even think. you’re reduced to a babbling mess, your weeps of sheer ecstasy matching that of your glistening, weeping cunt as it gushes around his thick shaft with every obscene clap of his pelvis PLAP, PLAP, PLAPPING against your bubbly ass.

“yeaah, that’s it.” you can barely make out his gruff voice as his lips press to the shell of your ear, his heavy pants mixing with near-feral growls as he struggles to maintain his own composure.

amidst his unforgiving pace, you feel his muscled forearm snaking around your waist, his meaty palm, and equally thick digits pressing against the fatty part of your lower belly to feel that prominent bulge that forms every time he bottoms out within you. “y’feel me in here too, princess? bullying that pretty womb of yours? haah, fuck. thaaat’s it. sing for me, angel. let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

so you do. you cry, you shriek, you mewl—“singing” praises of his name, how big his cock is and how good his cock feels inside of you, how you can’t take it because it’s “too much," as well as contradictory pleas of him to slow down followed by depraved cries of “please, please, fuck me harder!”

that’s not good enough for him, though. c’mon, princess. use your dumb little brain. you think he can hear you when you're nose-deep in the sheets? don’t worry, he has a solution for that.

nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of a broad, bulging bicep snaking around your neck, the crease of its forearm and elbow resting tautly against your windpipe as he wrenched your head up from the sheets and began to squeeze. he balled the fist of his other hand and used his strength to pull back the latter, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your heightened moans catch in your throat.

“say it again for me, pretty. y’like my fat cock fuckin’ you up? like me using you like the pretty pocket pussy you are? yeah? ngh, shit. c’mon, lighten up, princess, you’re chokin’ my dick here.”

“y-yes! yes, yes, yes! oh, f-fuck yess! m’gonna cum, hah, mpfh! m’gonna cum!!”

he raises himself onto his knees, caging your petite frame in between both of his muscular thighs as he pounds into you with more ferocity than before, like a ravenous predator claiming every ounce of his darling little prey. he was always so, so generous, most of the time. who was he to deny his little angel her precious orgasm?

“do it. c’mon, make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, you dumb slut.” he would snarl against you, his teeth and sharp canines grazing the shell of your ear.

you did so graciously; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and incoherent swears. your glassy eyes spilling with fat globs of tears that rolled down your cheeks could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register him slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy insides, pumping you to the brim with his virile seed that threatened to bloat your lil’ tummy.

he let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, your head resting soundly on the crevice of his elbow between his bicep and forearm. he had yet to pull out of you, even after you had come down from your high, and his cock had long since ceased languidly pumping the ropes of his creamy, heavy seed deep inside of you.

“shh, i got you, angel.” he eased your twitchy frame and panting mewls with an affectionate, breathless kiss to your forehead.

“always such a good girl, f’me.”

blue lock: KAISER MICHAEL. SHOEI BAROU. nagi seishiro. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. KARASU TABITO. EGO JINPACHI. otoyo eita. OLIVER AIKU. isagi yoichi. BACHIRA MEGURU. RAICHI JINGO. LORENZO DON. SHIDOU RYUSEI. jujutsu kaisen: nanami kento. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. OH MY FUCKING GOD TOJI. SUKUNA. SUKUNA. SUKUNA PLEASE GOD SUKUNA. GOJO SATORU. mahito. HAKARI KINJI. todo aoi. zenin naoya. genshin impact: WRIOTHESLEY. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. ragnvindr diluc. ARATAKI ITTO. tighnari. SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER. HEIZOU. IL DOTTORE. PANTALONE. kimetsu no yaiba: SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI. UZUI TENGEN. rengoku kyojuro. RENGOKU SHINJUROOOO. IGURO OBANAI. KIBUTSUJI MUZAN. akaza. kokoshibo. DOUMA. HANTENGU CLONES. GYUTARO, tokyo revengers: mitsuya takashi. KAWATA NAHOYAAAA. SHIBA TAIJU. BAJI KEISUKE. HANEMIYA KAZUTORA. haitani rindou. HAITANI RAN. RYUGUJI KEN. sano manjiro. SANZU HARUCHIYO. akashi takeomi. imaushi wakasa. TERANO SOUTH. sano sinichiro. HANMA SHUUJI.

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[moonstruckme]

Hey bestie!! I broke my neck yesterday so I was wondering if you could do something with EMT!marauders where reader falls or something and so they have to put a cervical collar on her and just a lot of comfort? I completely understand if not and I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

Hi lovely, hope you're doing okay!! That sounds so scary, wishing you the best and thank you for requesting <3

cw: injury, restrained movement (reader has some anxiety around feeling trapped)

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

You wake with hands on your face. 

“Easy—no, don’t move, please. My name’s James, I’m with NHS.” You take a breath, and the head attached to the hands nods encouragingly. He keeps you pressed firmly to the headrest of your seat. “That’s good, just breathe. I’m gonna pass you off to my partner behind you, okay? This is Remus.” 

Another set of gloved hands plants itself on either side of your face, fingers splayed along your jaw. You swallow, and James gives you a smile. You can’t fathom how it reaches his eyes, deep brown and magnified by a set of glasses with thick lenses. You’ve only just woken up and you already feel like you could cry.

“He’s just going to keep your head still for us. Don’t try to move, yeah?” 

You think to nod, but Remus’ grip is tight, and the mere activation of the muscles sends shooting pains down your neck. You gasp. 

“Yeah, don’t do that,” James says. He takes your hands in his. “Can you squeeze my fingers, sweetheart?” You do. “Good. Wiggle your fingers?” You do, but it feels weird. “Good.” James gives your hands a squeeze of his own. His gentleness makes something hot and panicky press at the back of your throat. 

“Alright, this is my partner Sirius.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see another man climbing in the passenger door. He grins at you, flashing canines. “He’s gonna help me put you in a brace to hold your head still.”

“Okay,” you say. Your voice comes out quiet and squeaky, but still James smiles as he opens up the plastic collar. 

“Hey, there she is. Can you tell us what’s hurting you, sweetheart?” 

“My neck.” You try to take a breath. It shakes going out. “And my hands feel tingly.” 

“Alright, that’s alright,” Remus says from behind you. His voice is low and soothing, a bit of rasp to it. “Anything else?” 

“No.” 

He adjusts his grip to let the other two put the collar around your neck, but then his touch is back. It’s starting to feel less constraining than grounding. 

“That’s not bad, all things considered. We’ll have to get you some scans to know for sure, though.” 

“Hold on, is that optimism from you, Remus?” Sirius grins, securing the velcro on one side of your neck. “He must really like you, doll.” 

“Sirius,” Remus says warningly. 

“Just making an observation. Jamesie, can you bring us the backboard?” 

“Yup.” James gives your knee a little pat and disappears from your vision. Oddly, you’re a bit nervous to be without him. 

“I’m gonna get your pulse here,” Sirius says, taking your wrist in hand. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

“He means don’t move,” Remus clarifies. “You’re really doing quite well.” 

The pressure of Sirius’ gloved fingers on the inside of your wrist feels more intimate and vulnerable than it has any right to. You’re suddenly aware that you’re trembling. 

“Thanks,” you manage. “It’s not a hard job.” 

Remus chuckles behind your ear, and Sirius lets out a sharp laugh, looking up at you in surprise. 

“We don’t usually get comedians on these sort of runs,” he tells you, eyes studying your face with something between bemusement and admiration. “Remus is understating things, gorgeous. As far as horrific car accidents go, you’re killing this.” He sets your wrist back in your lap. “You’re definitely in shock, though. Are you afraid of needles?” 

“Um, not very. Why?” 

“No reason.” 

Sirius looks past you, and then James is back on your other side. 

“Hi, sweetheart. Miss me?” 

What’s humiliating is you almost had. You keep your mouth shut, smiling tersely. 

He blazes right past the joke, fiddling with things out of your view until there’s something hard poking into your thigh. “Okay, on Remus’ count Sirius and I are going to lift you so I can slide this backboard under you. Your only job is to keep being good and still for us, yeah?” 

You don’t get to respond before Sirius and James are wrapping their hands around your thighs. And then you’re not sure you can respond. Your breath freezes with the rest of you, caught in your throat, you can feel fingers digging into the soft undersides of your thighs even through your jeans. Remus counts down from three, and their grips tighten as they lift. You hiss as the muscles in your neck and back tighten instinctively, but James quickly slides the plastic board underneath you and they set you down again. 

“That’s it, well done,” Sirius murmurs as James settles his hands carefully on either side of your face. Remus lets go. 

“You doing okay?” James asks you, ducking his head a bit to see your eyes. You hope you don’t look quite so petrified as you feel. 

“Yeah,” you say. 

James’ expression doesn’t change, but his thumb makes a couple of quick, soothing strokes at your temple. “Alright, sweetheart,” he replies. “After this is the easy part, we’re just gonna get you lying down.” Remus gets out of your backseat, squeezing in your passenger door with James to grab hold of your shoulders. James looks to him and Sirius before counting down, “Three, two, one,” and they’re turning you. 

Your neck blazes with a pain that’s so sudden and acute you nearly choke on it, a strangled whimpering sound escaping you as they lower you backwards. Your back meets hard plastic. Soft shushing sounds are falling from Remus’ lips, his grip on your shoulders easing now that you’re in a more secure position. 

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs gently, the way one might to a stray kitten. “You’re alright, love, you did so well.” 

If you talk now you’ll cry. You’re sure of it. So you settle for giving him a watery smile you know isn’t believable, and he returns it nonetheless. 

You hear the ripping of velcro, and then Sirius is standing over you, passing the other end of a strap to Remus. James is still grasping your head. They start placing the straps over your chest, careful, businesslike hands lifting your arms and pulling the material taut against your sides. Your hands are lying awkwardly at your sides, and Sirius pauses to take them, placing them atop your stomach with one folded over the other. Soon your upper half is strapped down. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears.

“What are they doing?” you ask James quietly. 

“They’re just restricting your spinal movement,” he explains. “We have to make sure you don’t hurt yourself by moving, and once they’re done I can let go of your head.” 

“Oh.” You take a breath. “Okay.” 

You know they’re really helping you, just doing their jobs, but even still every tug of the straps feels like it’s restricting your airflow. You feel tight and tense. Trapped. You try to fill your lungs, but it’s useless. 

“Hey.” James’ voice is tender, and you don’t want to look at him but you don’t have much choice when he leans over you like that. You feel like a child, breathing through your mouth to try and keep tears from spilling. “Hey, it’s okay. What’s going on? Does something hurt?” 

You want to shake your head but you can’t, and that makes you cry harder. “No,” you squeak out. 

“Just scared?” You press your lips together, inhaling deeply to try and suppress the next sob that’s trying to break free from you. Down by your legs, you can feel Sirius and Remus moving faster to finish up. “I could certainly understand why. This is a lot, you know? But really, you’re being so great about it. We’re almost done here.” 

You close your eyes embarrassedly, you feel a strap tighten snugly around your ankles, and then James is letting your head go, wiping your tears with careful fingers. Another hand lands on your shin, rubbing soothingly. 

“We’ve gotta keep moving,” James says quietly, “to get you to the hospital, but if you need anything from us you can ask, alright?” 

You hum brokenly. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” He brushes a finger under your eye. You open it, and he gives you a reassuring little smile before looking to Remus and Sirius. “Ready?” 

“Yup.” Sirius’ voice is teeming with faux pep as they snap up the handles of the cot, starting to wheel you towards the ambulance. 

They lift you and all the equipment like it’s nothing, and then the sky is gone and you’re looking up at a plain gray ceiling. You’re working to steady your breathing now, counting both ways. You start to feel better. 

“There we are.” Remus sits down on a bench beside your head, stroking a knuckle over the teartracks his partner didn’t get. Sirius climbs in behind him and starts to mess with something on your other side while James swings the doors shut. “Just keep breathing like that, love. You can relax, alright? We’ve got you.” 

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof yall.

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You’re out in the woods one day, taking photos and going for a little hike. Stupid mental health walk or something; whatever, it’s a nice day and you’ve gotten some good shots. You’re just about to turn back when a huge brown and black wolf lopes out from a nearby thicket.

There aren’t any wolves in England though! Hunted to extinction - it’s why you feel safe bebopping around the forest alone in the daylight. So you see this big fuck-off sized “dog” and coo at the pretty puppy.

“Hello handsome boy, aren’t you just gorgeous! Will you come say hi?”

You do all the right things that you’re supposed to do with an unfamiliar dog but he just barges right through. Trots up to you, nose shoved into your crotch. You startle, bark a laugh, shove at his big stupid head.

“A little forward,” you tease, scratching under his chin, “but it’s better than biting.”

You feel all around his neck for a collar, but no luck. He must be someone’s though, huge blue eyes too intelligent and focused on your words. And his coat is so well maintained, glossy and shedded.

“Do you know how to… sit?”

An adorable head tilt, and the big dog settles onto his hind quarters.

“What a good boy!” you croon. “So smart!”

He licks at your palm and wrist as you scratch at him, huge tail thumping. A canine grin, tongue lolling out as he waits for your next command.

You hum.

“Well, guess we can check if you’re microchipped, huh? Or at least I can get you some water. See if someone recognizes you…”

You make a kissy noise at him. “Let’s go, big boy. Come.”

And to your delight, he falls into step with you. He weaves along the path ahead and behind, but always loops back to you, brushing against your thigh as if to reassure you he’s still there.

You hum as you walk, giggling when you see his ears twitch and swivel towards you. Tease that he should do better if he doesn’t like your version of Jolene.

You only cross paths with two other people on the walk, a pair of guys clearly out for a more serious hike. The dog plants himself between you and them, ears pinning back and a low growl erupting from his chest. You startle a bit, carefully burying your fingers around his scruff in case you need to grab him quickly.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t belong to either of you, then?” you ask.

One of the guys shakes his head. The other gives you an odd look. “He’s not yours?”

The dog barks, loud and rough. You shush him, explain the situation to the hikers. But the dog never stops rumbling and they quickly go on their way, keeping a wide berth.

You huff. “Don’t like men, huh?”

Poor thing. Maybe he was abandoned by a mean owner?

“S’alright, bud, I’ll be good to you.”

He follows you all the way back to your home. And when you open the door, shoulders right past you.

“Ah, shit,” you groan. “You weren’t supposed to come in!”

He gives you an almost betrayed look. You try not to huff in amusement.

“So help me, if you bring nasty things in this house I will shave you. Shave you. You’ll look so silly. Like an overgrown raw turkey.”

The dog turns, trots back to you. You didn’t realize just how big he is until he’s got his big paws on your shoulders. You blink, have to take a step back to brace against the weight of him. In his hind legs he’s taller than you. Really could pass for a pure bred wolf.

A big, rough tongue licks from your jaw to your forehead. You scrunch up your face but end up laying a kiss on his muzzle in return.

“Alright, you big nasty. Down you get.”

You shut and lock the door behind you, brushing leaves and dirt off.

“Okay, shower first,” you say aloud, already tugging off your clothes. “Then we’ll run into town, see if we can track down your family.”

You don’t mind the dog staring, unblinking, as you strip down right there, balling things up to avoid tracking a mess through the house. Nor do you mind him following you to the bathroom, though you do push at his snout when he licks the back of your knee. Just normal dog things, really. They don’t get people stuff like clothes or boundaries.

“Stay out of trouble, bud. I’ll be right out.”

As you wash up, you consider the merits of adopting. Only if you can’t find the dog’s actual family, that is. It’s lonely in your little house sometimes - and a bit spooky at night. A big, protective dog might be just the thing.

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[dollwrites]

Can I put in for the smut prompts a 10 with either chifuyu, baji, or kazutora. Honestly whichever character serves your muse more is good with me 😁

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sex toys ( dildo + bullet ), riding, baji seeing his girl get down like a pornstar for the first time ( heart eyes lol ), very very minimal dumbification, belly bulge, oral sex ( m!receiving ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # ten // finding your sex toys and making you use them in front of him

he’d fucked you before. plenty of times.

you’ve even ridden him before. plenty of times.

but this was more erotic than Baji could’ve ever imagined. maybe that was why he couldn’t stop staring, one hand shoved deep in his pants, palming a growing erection. “Come on, baby,” he moans, gripping his own bulge through his boxers and squeezing tight, before rubbing in eager, deliberate circles, “ride that dick for me.”

you mewl, and brace one hand on the floor behind you, your body angled back, breasts jiggling out of the sagging neckline of your top. you were half dressed, with your panties and shorts still draped around your right ankle, and your shirt pulled down to show Baji your tits and how they bounce in hypnotizing circles. you’d never been in this position before, knees bent up and spread wide, balancing on the balls of your bare feet as you grind and ride the silicone cock you were regretting leaving where your boyfriend could find it. your ass smacks against the cold, hardwood floor each time you bottom out— a stark reminder that the dick was not attached to Baji, but suction-cupped to the middle of the floor while he loomed over you, practically drooling at such a sight. “Th-this is.. really… just for when you’re not home, ya know…” you offer, and run the small, humming vibe over your tender clit, sending a tremor through your thighs. “Ffffuck,” it’s a shaky curse, and you nearly pull the bullet away. your walls were clamping around the slick, fake dick so tightly that it had your eyes threatening to cross from how good it felt to be filled.

“But I’m here right now, and I wanna see you fuck it.”

Baji’s eyes practically bulge from their sockets, stroking his clothed cock harder and faster. his ego had blown up the second he’d seen the toy you had— as close to his own length and girth that you could possibly get without molding it directly from his body. even the olive tone was close to his own complexion. and watching you handle every inch, the way your hips oscillate to meet the base— it was as if he were watching you fuck him from angles he’d never been able to see before now. “Turn it up,” he growls, the pointed and pearly canines peeking out from beneath his top lip, his eyes zeroed in on the small bullet buzzing against your clit. you were already soaked, and the pointed tip skids across your sensitive bud as it makes a schlicking noise. “There’s gotta be a higher setting. I wanna see your brain melt, baby.”

you suck your lower lip between your teeth and hold it there, whining as you nudge the button on the bottom of the toy with your thumb until the whirring gets louder, and the vibrations are almost painful. your brows knit together, your knees shaking. they’re cramping and desperately trying to clamp shut. you’re hardly hovering over the floor, rocking your body back and forth parallel with it, and the silicone cock bends to accommodate this position, the chubby head bulging against your lower belly each time it pushes against your spongy walls. “Baji…!” you cry out his name, as you typically do when you’re about to cum, and you stare up at him, your mouth hanging open.

it was all the invitation he needed.

“That feel good, baby? Taking cock like a pretty, little pornstar for me?” two steps and Baji has planted his heavy boots on the floor on either side of your waist. his pants were wrenched down his thighs in seconds, his boxers following, and he was grabbing his hard cock and shoving it into your mouth before you could react, his free hand fleeing straight to the back of your head to guide you forward just enough to welcome the first few inches in. you take initiative shortly after, bobbing your head, slurping and sucking on as many thick inches that you could fit in your mouth without gagging. Baji howls loudly, mouth wide open and head dropping back. he was already half way there before he got into your mouth, but now that you were sucking him off so vigorously, he was oozing precum and twitching like crazy. throbbing against your tongue. his hips rock forward, feeding you another inch. “Don’t stop riding for me, baby,” he whispers, hoarse already, both hands gripping your hair at the roots. he doesn’t force your head, or even urge you into a new rhythm, he just needs to be able to feel you. to hold on to you while you pleasure him and yourself. “I want you to cum, just like this, ahhh,” Baji sucks in a heavy breath and exhales shakily, “both holes plugged and your little clit nice and puffy, all for me…”

[mysteriesmuse]

Pro-Heroes New Years Livestream Q&A Featuring Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite

The questionnaire host Ms. Nomura flashed a smile and turned her pert nose down into her show notes. Her cheekbones slightly flushed at her little snort in the recording a moment earlier. Nothing like explaining a bet as to why he and half his class spend a day patrolling and fighting in drag heels. The hostess regained herself gracefully, “Well Mr. Bakugou that’s a delightful picture you’ve given us of your heroic and personal fashion choices this past year.”

Katsuki sat with his arms crossed over his chest, albeit patiently, as she gestured to the green screen. Ms. Nomura continued to squint into the back where her corner flashed up lines and questions cards.

“— lets dive into some more fun questions as we continue our Pro-Hero New Years Countdown. Ah, here’s an interesting question we’ve asked your colleagues: Who was your first crush and who was your biggest crush in grade school?” Ms. Nomura placed the paper back down on her desk and grinned expectantly. Katsuki raised his eyebrows in return. “What’s that look for?” Katsuki shrugged, “I dunno’ not sure exactly what answer you’re about to expect from me. It’s not exactly going to be the same stuttered confession as Izuku.” The hostess waved a hand, “Wouldn’t expect a thing like that from you Dynamite,” she leaned forward, “— but come on, surely there must have been some classmate that caught your eye? Don’t tell me you’ve been so dead set on being a hero that you completely missed some crucial development points?”

Katsuki scratched at his left shoulder in thought, “Well I’ve been a hardass since elementary school. Couldn’t have asked me to go do anything else but this hero thing.” It was true. He was just as headstrong as a child, if not more. “To answer truthfully I think I had a crush on one girl,” Katsuki chuckled. Ruby red eyes starring nostalgically off to the side, “although I didn’t know it at the time.” “Too determined to fully process the emotions?” She asked. “You have no idea,” he quipped. “But yeah, think she was the biggest and first crush I had as a lil’ squirt, to answer the question.” At this admonishion she seemed intrigued. Her hands crossed over her pencil skirted knee, “Do go on. Tell us a little about her. What made you like her?”

For what might have been a belated Christmas miracle Katsuki Bakugou continued talking on his own accord. Katsuki let slip a boyish grin as his gaze fell to his combat boots, “—ah well, she was actually in the grade above me back in middle school.” There was a gasp. “An older woman?” “Yeah, a girl older than me. By only about a year though,” he paused to emphasize the point, “anyway me being a younger guy she didn’t notice me much. Didn’t have any classes together or anything. I just saw her around the hallways inbetween classes and in the cafeteria.” “Are you telling us she didn’t notice the likes of you Dynmaite? I mean from what we know you were a pretty good looking middle schooler. If I were a young girl I’d probably have fallen for you.” Katsuki shook his head with a deep rumbling chuckle, “No way. I was a jerk back then. Plus the press doesn’t have the picture of my earlier grades with the braces stuck in my mouth. That’s when I met her.” “I’m sure braces couldn’t be that much of a deterrent,” she added gesturing to him, “but they did pay off.” The corners of Katsuki’s mouth almost instinctually fell back into their usual frown. “—and there goes that lovely smile, folks. She must have been something special to illicit that expression on the explosive hero’s face.”

Katsuki grimaced further, the gums on his canines flashing pink. “Whatever you say,” he growled.

“Anyway, she wasn’t conventionally pretty, but definitely pretty. In a realistic way, if that makes sense. Always had her ma’ help do her hair in these big shiny braids. It was a real pretty braided ponytail and imma be honest, some damn cute pigtails.” He added with an aside. “But what really irked me was she would always wear these socks that weren’t part of the uniform dress. Like these silly brightly colored socks,” he made a gesture like he was pulling up some stockings. “—and I remember all of us in middle school thinking it was so cool, borderline rebellious because she always got away with it.”

He shook his head he could see the title now ‘Dynamite in love with a delinquent?!’ “In fact a friend of mine showed me her Instagram a few months or so back. And you’d guess she never really grew out of it because she’s wearing a nice number with these sheer black tights embroidered with black bows.” Katsuki chuckled shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest again, “—guess we don’t grow out of certain things.”

Coming from anyone else it might have been an insult, but the way that the sharp edges of Dynamite’s tanned cheekbones flushed in a rosy pink it was a good thing.

The hostess replied, “— I suppose we don’t. Now that leds us to the perfect follow up question segway that we also asked your colleagues. Have you grown out of this crush? Or would you consider reaching out to this person?” The camera zoomed in as Katsuki turned his head aside. His sharp jawbone flexed and his chest tighted before he looked back towards the camera and held up his fingers. “One, I’d say she turned out fine based on what I’ve seen of her on social media. And Two, if I wasn’t worried about being seen as a Instagram stalker I would definitely reach out. I thought she was the coolest girl in the middle school.” He barked out a snort that flashed his mean pearly whites, “I’d definitely give up a shift or two to spend the day catching up over a hypothetical cup of coffee sit to catch up.” The camera immediately zoomed over to the hostess who seemed taken aback, “Wha— how’d you know that I was about to ask you the next question?” Katsuki shrugged, “Heard my friend blubbering about it loudly while I was getting powdered up in the green room.”

He spread his arms open wide in defense, “What? He’s a loud crier. You all know that by now, right? Right?” “—anyway that’s about all the time we have for Dynamite right now. Let’s give a round of applause for our #7 hero and get ready to move on and meet #6 Prohero Shoto!”

[pileofpawns]

DISABLED PRIDE MONTH BABEYYYY‼️

[Image description: A digital drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog standing and posing with a large disabled pride flag on a flagpole, smiling at the viewer, making a piece sign with his free hand, and wagging his tail. He has on a ring shaped chewlery necklace, knee braces, and wrist braces peeking out from under his gloves. There is a rainbow behind him and some hearts, stars, and little triangular shapes to show his happiness. Sonic is a blue anthropomorphic hedgehog with six long pointed quills extending from the back of his head, smaller quills on his back, a beige belly, muzzle, and arms, conjoined eyes with green irises, and a bean shaped black nose. He wears white gloves and red shoes with white straps and golden buckles. Here, is also depicted with top surgery scars, claws, eyelashes and pointy canine teeth. The disabled pride flag is a grey field with diagonal green, blue, white, yellow, and red stripes going through the center. The drawing is lined, colored, and shaded with solid cell shading and some highlights. End ID.]

[urmomspersonalwhore]

Cold blood

-Kujou Sara/Reader, NSFW, Strap on use, pegging, Sleepover, Murders, mention of blood, killing, Rough sex, etc…

“No please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You were at a sleepover.

Your friends, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu and the Kamisato siblings. You all had voted on a movie and hurled up together in blankets.

You got up from the couch, struggling a bit since it was so crowded. Though, you managed to get out without tripping or stepping on anybody. Slowly walking to the bathroom, you turned on some lights to help better see as the house was extremely dark.

A sigh left your lips as you turned on the faucet, washing your face. You could never miss a day for your skin hygiene. It is the most important part of your body after all, since everybody sees it. And also, you didn't want any acne to form again.

As the cold water splashed onto your face, you heard a scream.

A blood-curdling scream.

I mean, nothing could've happened…

Right?

So you just brushed it off and thought they were playing around or whatnot.

It was until you heard loud footsteps as if someone was running and even a loud thud was when you locked the door and tried to find either a place to hide or escape.

More screams and cries can be heard while you panicked.

You were in a bathroom after all, where could you go?

So you did the most American move and went into the bathtub, turning around to see if there was a window.

None...

You sat down, holding your legs as your head came down. Tears fell onto your thighs as you sobbed. This is how you die.

You sat there, in tears until you could hear footsteps walking past the bathroom and opening a room. It's time, you slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door and then sprinted out. Instead of going down the stairs like planned, you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to only be met with a screaming ghost mask with a black coat. Your heart practically skipped a beat, you wanted to scream so bad.

Well, at least look at the bright side. You gave time for one of your friends in the room to hide.

You stepped back, a hand bracing for a blow from her knife.

But nothing.

Instead, she had pulled your arm, pushing you against her chest once more.

You blushed before yelping as she made you fall, dropping to her knees. Her legs at either side of you.

Your eyes widen, what was she doing?

It was very evident the killer was a woman by, of course, her chest but also such a slim physique despite the strength she held.

Her dagger trailed from your throat to your shirt, cutting it open as the person husked

“Don't even think about screaming or trying to escape.” the sentence was a bit muffled by her mask but still clear.

You nodded, not wanting to anger her.

She stared at your breast before slicing it in half revealing your bare tits. Hardening at the sudden feeling of coldness.

She pulled off her mask, revealing her stern expression with piercing yellow eyes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from them until her rough and callused hands worked their way to massage them, twisting and pulling which earned her some whimpers.

She grinned, you sounded just like a whining puppy with all those sweet noises you gave her.

Sara’s hands moved to tug at your waistband, bringing both your pants and underwear down.

A toothy smile formed at the sight of your surprisingly dripping cunt.

She had to resist herself from fucking you like a dog right then and there.

Her hand teased your clit as she looked up taking in every expression or noise with a smile.

Sticking out her tongue as she gave you kitty licks on your pussy, grinning with sharp canines.

The killer’s tongue then inserted into you, thrusting inside of your tight walls as your hands gripped onto her hair.

You gripped onto her Raven-colored locks, not knowing whether to push or pull Sara.

But ultimately, your thighs wrapped around her, pushing her face deeper into your cunt as you moaned.

Cumming all over her meanwhile, she licked every drop, not wasting one bit.

Her fingers prodded at your dripping entrance, pushing in your sensitive walls.

They slowly entered, brushing against your g-spot before ruthlessly pounding into you.

Sara’s pace never stopped, abusing your pussy until she had your thighs shaking from your second orgasm. Kissing your wet core as your release washed over you, a sigh leaving your trembling lips.

She smiled,

“This is just the beginning, sweet thing.”

A Yelp emitted from you as she picked you up, bringing you to a secluded room.

Forgetting about the people she was going to kill, only focusing on absolutely ruining your body.

Your body fell onto the mattress as she dropped you.

Smiling while she crawled to you, taking off her coat which had revealed her to be wearing combat cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt.

She unzipped her lower clothing, presenting the strap that she had been hiding the whole time.

Your cunt ached, she had been wearing that the whole time?

Teeth biting at your lip as you stared at it, how were you going to take something so big?

She smirked, teasing your pussy with the tip. Rubbing it against you for a while until she slowly pushed in.

Groaning at the feel of your tight walls around her faux cock.

She leaned into you, her mouth next to your ear while heavy Huffs came from her throat.

Sara gave you a few inches before bottoming out, forcing her dick into you with a singular push.

The killer started to pound into you, a hand sliding to grip your neck. Kisses sprawled around your collarbone, with bite marks.

Skin slapping is now being heard from the room alongside the overwhelming scent of sex.

She panted next to your ear, nibbling it from time to time with each thrust.

The cock hitting your spot as she pulled in and out.

Her free hand trailed away from your hip and to the bulge appearing every time her shaft went inside of you, pushing it ever so slightly which resulted in a loud moan from you.

You held her toned shoulders, whimpering as you managed to sob a sentence

“S’close! …Please!”

She chuckled, making your core throb. Yearning for more, you pushed your hips against her to match Sara’s brutal rhythm.

Her groans became more frequent along your moans, the strap stimulating her own cunt.

She became messier, grunting into your ear while she fucks you like a mutt in heat.

You two cum, almost at the same time.

Your nails clawing her back while emitting a sob from how overstimulated you were.

Sara smirks, laying down next to you.

“Wanna be my little helper, doll?”

Note

Sorry this took so long😭

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[throneofsapphics]

exploring pleasure

Elorcan x f!Reader

Summary: Day 21 - hair pulling with Elorcan. 

Warnings: hair pulling, smut, masturbation, minors dni!

Elide sat propped up against the headboard, knees spread as her fingers circled her clit, watching the two of you with wide eyes. “Gods,” she cursed. She had insisted she wanted to watch the two of you fuck, and you’d never been able to deny her. No matter how much you craved tasting her, craved your head between her legs. 

Your forearms were braced on the bed, Lorcan holding your hips with a bruising grip as he pounded into you. His other hand twisted the back of your hair, making a grip for himself as he tugged you - your back arching as you were forced to rise slightly, neck arched and exposed, breaths slowly growing more and more ragged. He leant over you, canines nipping lightly at your neck. “Good girl. Taking my cock so well.” His breath was warm on your neck. 

His grip danced just on the side of pain, balanced out by how damned good he felt inside of you. “Don’t - don’t stop,” you managed to babble and he let out a low chuckle, you watched Elide tilt her head, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

Lorcan pulled out, ignoring your protests, and flipped you so you straddled him, thighs spread over his legs before he entered you again. You whined, wanting to watch Elide as well, but his hands gripped your waist - helping you bounce up and down on top of him, hands braced on his shoulders. 

Sure enough a gentle hand gripped your hair, Elide’s body hovering behind yours. Her fingers slid into your hair, turning your head so your lips would meet. Soft and gentle kisses, slow and tentative. 

Lorcan let out a snort, as if he was amused by the two of you - and pulled you off again, flipping so you were able to face her. Elide shot a smile at him over your shoulder, and wound her arms over your neck, periodically experimentally tugging on your hair to draw soft moans and whimpers out of you. You let her explore, try new things and see what she thought. This was still new to her, and you were more than happy to indulge any of her curiosities. Lorcan had stopped moving, but you could feel him trembling with restraint behind you. You slipped your hand down, dragging two fingers through Elide’s folds. Her arousal spread all over your fingers as you dragged them up to circle her clit - just as she’d done to herself. 

Gods, you decided there was nothing better than her coming undone on you, her hand gently gripping your hair - the other bracing your shoulder for balance. She came with a sweet, strangled moan. Behind you, with no small amusement, you heard Lorcan’s panting, felt his trembling, the way his hips bucked slightly as if it was painful to be waiting 

You let Elide ride out her orgasm, let her breaths even back out to normal. She pulled away from you - a gleam in her eyes. “Fuck her,” she told Lorcan, moving to your side. 

“When did you get bossy?” you teased her, but her hand only slid through your hair again - shoving you back on the bed, cheek pressed against the sheets. 

[inoreuct]

zosan angst 👀 post whole cake island where zoro is mad for sanji not relying on him enough to help with his family drama. swears to become a better man for him. sanji thinks zoro is the ideal man (he’ll never tell him this though) and doesn’t have to deal with his family drama bc he can “solve it himself” they fight, their screams are heard by the whole ship who is all negatively effected by it. they come to the point of throwing punches (something sanji would never do outside of this intense monent). zoro grabs sanji by them shirt, gets sanji down on his knees, and is hitting him in the face. sanji stops hitting him back and breaks down crying, zoro sees this and stops being angry instantly.

“why can’t you just let me help you”, zoro wants to understand.

sanji’s sobs echo through the room his nose running with blood and tears, “ i never thought i was worthy of being saved.”

zoro’s eyes widen. sanji gasps out through tears, “im sorry”.

something breaks within zoro, he kneels to sanji’s level, and holds him tightly as he sobs into his neck

“i’m sorry too. you are worth more to me than you could ever think.”

zoro take’s sanji’s face into his rough calloused hands, wiping away the blood and tears, “let me me be there for you”.

i swear this prompt grabbed my brain cells and SPRINTED bcs this was slightly more than 1.6k words,,, thank you anon 🤭🤌🏼

Zoro catches a heel to the jaw, lets it whip his head to the side and rolls as he hits the deck. 

His blood is a metallic bloom in his mouth, rose-red as it splatters across the planks and drips from his chin. He’s half sure he just lost a tooth. He’s very sure he bit his tongue. 

He thinks he rather deserves this pain, even if he’s not exactly sure why.

It had started when they were back on the Sunny, after the whole shitshow on Whole Cake Island; Zoro had paced about the deck, strung tight as a tripwire, still itching with the urge to look over his shoulder and around the corners and unwilling to take his hand off Wado’s hilt.

He’d retreated to the men’s quarters alone, too wound up to seek out Sanji’s usual company as waited his turn for the shower and then scrubbed until his skin turned raw. He’d changed into clean clothes and lay down on his bed, put his hands behind his head, tried to breath in time with the gentle rocking of the ocean and found something still binding his lungs tight.

He was safe. They were safe. And yet, it had still felt like his skin was crawling. 

After tossing and turning for a good twenty minutes he’d given up trying to fall asleep and hauled himself out of bed, trudging to the galley for a glass (or a bottle, more like) of whatever liquor he could get his hands on. The ship had swayed as he’d grabbed a half-filled bottle of scotch, bumping the door shut properly with his hip because he knew Sanji was finicky about it.

He’d hesitated before going back to the shared cabin. His bed hadn’t been the only one empty, and there was cigarette smoke rising from the helm. 

Sanji had barely reacted when he’d settled beside the cook, elbows propped on the railing as he took a swig of his drink. It went down easy; everything Sanji had always did. Some nights Zoro found himself wishing for more of a burn if only to help him feel something. 

He’d eyed Sanji out of the edge of his vision, tongueing behind his canines as he noticed the way the cook’s hair was all over his face, more so than usual. Both his eyes— no, not his eyes, Zoro had realised. Both his eyebrows were covered—

And it had sunk in slowly, like a lead weight to the bottom of the ocean. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he’d muttered, half to the mouth of his bottle, and Sanji had sighed.

“What do you mean, marimo?”

“You know what I mean.”

And Sanji had. He’d tilted his head, taking in a bracing breath, lips pinched in something that was supposed to be a smile. “Not your battle to fight.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Zoro had snarled, suddenly angry, and it made him dig his nails into the peeling paper label beneath his fingers. “You— We do this shit together, curly, that’s what we agreed—”

And Sanji had turned away silently, pushing off the railing and walking off to God knew where, and Zoro had grabbed his wrist before he’d realised what he was doing.

“Do you just not trust me?” he’d gritted, desperation sharpening his tongue, a little voice wailing in his head and sounding a bit too much like his younger self for his liking. 

Sanji had barked a laugh, burning his cigarette down to a stub in one long inhale. “Now that’s bullshit.”

“Then? What?” I’d do anything, is what he hadn’t said. Anything for you to let me in. Let me help. 

“It’s not your fight, alright? Just leave it.”

Zoro had wanted to scream, just a little. He’d been distantly aware that his grip was in danger of crushing the bottle but he hadn’t cared at all. Sanji had shoved him away when he hadn’t let the matter go (because how could he?), and he’d shoved back, and then it had escalated until they were fighting across the deck and now—

He snaps out of his head when Sanji screams, a ragged thing torn out of his chest, abandoning all reason to tackle him bodily to the ground. Zoro stumbles and hits the deck hard, pain flaring sharp as his elbow jams into the ground and a fist sinks into his gut. He’s snarling as he rolls them over, as he pins Sanji’s wrists to the ground and lets out a grunt when a kneecap catches him beneath the ribs.

“Why can’t you just stay out of it?!” Sanji yells, right in his face, hair a mess and eyes wilder than Zoro has ever seen up close.

He falters. Just for a moment, but it’s more than enough for Sanji to slip out of his grip and wriggle away, and the pit in his gut grows ever larger. “They hurt you! They were hurting you!” he roars, scrambling to his feet, and it rather feels like someone has a crushing hand wrapped around his heart.

“It doesn’t matter!” the cook cries, swinging a fist towards his face, and Zoro dodges. Sidesteps, slams a foot down behind Sanji’s kneecaps and slugs his knuckles across a pale cheek if only to snap Sanji out of whatever the fuck is going on, he raises his fist again and—

Freezes. Bile crawls up his throat as his heart sinks. Sanji’s eyes are wet, so blue they’re nearly glowing in the darkness, and Zoro is so, so tired. He vaguely registers the rest of the crew behind them and he angles his body to hide Sanji from view; he knows the cook would hate their nakama seeing him like this. The hand he has wrapped in Sanji’s collar loosens, falling away like fluttering paper, and he drops to his knees with a heavy thunk.

Sanji shudders, and Zoro feels sick. His — he doesn’t know what they are, but Sanji is his — cook’s cheekbone is already bruising, blooming purple-pink, and guilt sinks its claws into his stomach. “Why can’t you just let me help you?” he hears himself plead, breathless and choked, and Sanji smiles with blood across his teeth.

“Because I never thought I was worthy of being saved,” he whispers, looking down at his trembling hands. There are tears dripping off his chin now, luminous streaks down his face that suddenly looks haggard in the starlight. “And I never wanted you to see me like this.”

Zoro thinks he breaks. Shatters right apart like the bottle of scotch on the ground not far away from them, amber seeping sticky into the wood. He’d have to apologise to Franky later, he thinks a little wildly, throat tight and fingers numb as he reaches out to pull Sanji to him.

The cook goes slack like a puppet off strings, hiding his face in the crook of Zoro’s neck as he really starts to cry. Zoro sits back on his heels and takes his weight, cards a hand through his hair so that it doesn't stick because he knows that Sanji would make a fuss about it being all over his face later, and it’s these tiny, trivial things that wrench a hollow sound from his lungs. “There’s no such thing as it not being my fight, you hear me?” It comes out more watery that he likes, but the laugh-sob Sanji lets out tells him the message got across. “If it’s your fight, it’s my fight. I’m with you till the end no matter what happens.”

“It’s pathetic,” Sanji hiccups, shoulders hitching as he tries to get himself under control.

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m pa—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Zoro hisses, at odds with the way he rubs a soothing palm over Sanji’s back. His knees are starting to hurt. He doesn’t care. “They hurt you. They put you through some fucked-up shit, cook, and then you had to go through it again. And you were strong enough to make it out but you— You could stand to give it a rest, alright?”

It’s times like this when he wishes he could be better with words, because Sanji looks a little like he might start crying all over again when Zoro takes a peek at his face. He presses his thumbs flat to wet skin, salt cooling in the night wind, dragging up along Sanji’s cheek as the cook sniffs. “Let me be there for you,” he rasps.

He feels like he’s been scraped raw from the inside out. Like someone had hollowed him out with a ladle and now his guts were spilling all across the deck. He doesn’t know how to describe the twisting in his chest when he thumbs rust-red iron away from Sanji’s bottom lip, regretfully cups the spill of colour spreading over the right side of his face. “Look at me?” he tries again, and Sanji does, fine lashes clumped with tears and inhale trembling. 

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, and Zoro is an open wound, raw and weeping as Sanji climbs into his lap and curls up into a ball. 

“You are worth so much. To the crew, to our friends—You’re worth more to me than you could ever know. So shut up and stop trying to deal with it alone,” he says in lieu of a reply, achingly quiet. He hopes it’s enough as Sanji digs lithe fingers into his shoulder. 

He welcomes the pain like an old friend. Bears it gladly, for if he could take all of Sanji’s he would. 

But he can’t— So he tries. Tries to be gentle, as much as he knows how, sits properly and folds his legs and rocks them back and forth because it helps Sanji’s breathing even out. Traces the spirals of his eyebrows and brushes his mouth over the bruise on his cheek, presses his silent apologies into skin.

Sanji’s spine bows beneath his hands, and the cook’s fingers are wound tight into the back of his shirt like it’s a lifeline. His pale hair tickles Zoro’s jaw, impossibly mussed and starting to curl with the sea air. Their crew is waiting. Worried, surely, but they can wait a little longer; Zoro will make it up to them.

For now, he thinks he and Sanji have earned this. 

fin.

[rs-hawk]

I really like your monster fucker stories

if you feel like it, I’ve always wanted to see a story of a male reader and a female werehyena meeting lol

Cismale Reader

You always loved meeting new people, so when your best friend invited you to a staff party, you decided to tag along. After all, you hadn’t been back in town for very long, so it wouldn’t hurt to make new friends.

“Y/N, this is Nyi,” your friend said as he introduced you to one of his coworkers. “She’s the big boss lady.”

“That I am,” she smirked as she looked you up and down in an almost predatory way.

Your face flushed as you stammered out how nice it was to meet her. The party went on, and each time you looked around, you saw Nyi eyeing you like you were to be her last meal. Your face stayed heated, and you couldn’t help the hardening of your cock each time you caught her staring at you.

Eventually, the staff party was winding down. “Hey Y/N. Do you wanna get out of here?” your friend asked.

“Actually, I was hoping I could steal him from you for a little while. I wanted to talk to him about a… position we hopefully have opening up soon,” Nyi cut in, grabbing your shoulder and tugging you back slightly.

“Oh yeah?” you asked excitedly, perking up. “It’s fine dude. I’ll catch a Lyft or something.”

After a bit of back and forth, your friend reluctantly agreed to see you in the morning. You could tell he was disappointed you wouldn’t be heading out to a bar with him, but the chance to be alone with Nyi was so exciting your body was basically tingling.

“Why don’t you go wait in my office? I’ll clear the rest out,” she whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You did what she asked. You waited in her office, sitting in a plush covered wooden chair across her desk. It didn’t take long for her to come into the small room, though she did seem displeased with how long it took. Before you could even get a word in, she sat on the edge of her desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” she asked, looking down at you.

“Yes ma’am,” you blurted out, your ears burning. “You’re gorgeous. Stunning.”

She chuckled then smirked, showing off a glint of her canine teeth for a moment. She was still looking at you like prey, which forced you to swallow the lump in your throat. “That’s good,” she almost purred as she tilted her head as if taking more of you in. “Come here.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then did as she asked. You stood from the chair you were sitting in, and closed the distance between the two of you. She took your hand, tugging you closer and wrapping it around her waist before grabbing the collar of your shirt, almost yanking you to her as your lips crashed together. You were basically aching between your legs. She was so gorgeous. The way her lips worked over yours was making your knees feel weak, leading you to brace yourself on her desk with open palms.

You’d been so focused on her lips, her tongue, that you hadn’t even realized she had started shifting until you felt a… furriness to her lips. You cracked your eyes open, freezing when what could only be described as a beast staring at you. You knew it was still Nyi. While Shifters were uncommon, you still knew they existed.

She chuckled again, and the sound reminded you of something in the back of your brain. What was it? She laughed again, and that’s when you remembered. A hyena.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,” she taunted, her ears tilted forward as if waiting for your response.

You shook your head slowly, trying to ignore the huge pseudo penis grinding between your legs. There was another lump in your throat as she smirked at you, her claws easily tearing your clothes to shreds. Before you knew it, you were on your knees, her girlcock stuffed down your throat. It was taking everything in you not to start gagging, even as your eyes were watering. She was panting, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as her eyes fell half-lidded.

Your throat was stretched to capacity as you tried to take as much of her down your throat as possible. She grabbed the back of your head- well, as best as she could with her half paws- and forced your head even more down your throat. Your own cock was aching and throbbing between your legs as you felt her twitching inside of your mouth.

She suddenly yanked out of your mouth, yanking you to your knees and shoving you over the side of her desk. In moments, her huge pseudo cock being crammed into your ass. One of her paws was racking claws down your back, and her other was teasing your cock, slowly sliding up and down it.

“You like being stuffed?” she growled in your ear as she finally bottomed out inside of you, making you groan in response. “What a good little hump toy you are.”

All you could do was press back against her, eager for more of her. She teased your cock until you finally came, then whispered in your ear, praising you for cumming with her cock stuffed inside of you like a good boy. Her sharp teeth broke the skin of your neck ever so slightly, letting the blood bleed there before her hot tongue lapped at it. The fur from her body made you feel hot in every place it touched, making you whimper excitedly.

This went on for hours until you were both spent. Finally she pulled out of you, sinking into the plush chair you’d been sitting in before. You sank to your knees, leaning your head back to rest it in her lap.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at her with sleepy eyes.

She just smiled, racking her slowly turning back to fingers claws through your hair. “You’re welcome Pup.”

[dog-braces]

Canine Knee Braces: A Solution for Joint Support

Canine knee braces are a vital tool in veterinary orthopedics, designed to provide support and alleviate pressure on affected joints in dogs. Just as humans might require braces or supports for various orthopedic issues, dogs too benefit from these specialized devices. In this article, we will explore the purpose, design, and benefits of canine knee brace, shedding light on how they contribute to the well-being and mobility of our beloved canine companions.

Understanding Canine Knee Issues

Before delving into the specifics of dog braces, it’s essential to understand the common knee issues that afflict dogs. One prevalent condition is cranial cruciate ligament (CCL) injury, akin to the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) injury in humans. CCL tears or strains are among the leading causes of hind limb lameness in dogs, resulting in pain, instability, and reduced mobility.

Purpose of Canine Knee Braces

Canine knee braces serve a multifaceted purpose in managing knee issues in dogs. Primarily, they aim to provide stability to the affected joint, compensating for ligament damage or weakness. By stabilizing the knee, these braces help mitigate pain and prevent further injury during physical activity. Additionally, they facilitate the dog’s natural healing process by reducing strain on the injured ligament.

Design and Functionality

The design of canine knee braces is meticulously crafted to suit the anatomy and needs of dogs. Typically made from lightweight yet durable materials such as neoprene or nylon, these braces offer flexibility and comfort while providing adequate support. Most designs feature adjustable straps or fastenings to ensure a snug fit for dogs of various sizes and breeds.

The functionality of a dog knee brace lies in their ability to redistribute weight and pressure away from the injured knee joint. By promoting proper alignment and stability, these braces help dogs regain confidence in their movements and engage in physical activities with reduced discomfort.

Benefits of Canine Knee Braces

The benefits of canine knee braces extend beyond mere alleviation of symptoms. One of the primary advantages is the preservation of joint integrity. By preventing excessive strain on the knee joint, braces contribute to the long-term health and functionality of the affected limb. Moreover, they promote faster recovery and rehabilitation, allowing dogs to resume their normal activities sooner.

Another significant benefit is the improvement in overall quality of life for dogs suffering from knee issues. By reducing pain and enhancing mobility, knee braces enable dogs to maintain an active lifestyle, thereby preventing secondary complications associated with inactivity or weight gain.

Considerations and Usage

While canine knee braces offer numerous benefits, it’s crucial to use them under the guidance of a veterinarian. Proper fitting and adjustment are paramount to ensure effectiveness and prevent discomfort or chafing. Additionally, owners should monitor their dogs closely while wearing braces, especially during the initial adjustment period.

In conclusion, canine knee brace plays a vital role in the management of knee issues in dogs, offering support, stability, and relief from pain. With their carefully engineered design and therapeutic benefits, these braces contribute significantly to the well-being and mobility of our canine companions. By incorporating them into comprehensive treatment plans, veterinarians and pet owners can optimize outcomes and enhance the quality of life for dogs with knee ailments.

[theatrekidenergy]

Being a disabled therian — My experience with dysphoria + a bit of a ramble

I was feeling really dysphoric as a disabled therian about how my theriotype (saarloos wolfdog) is so active typically speaking, and how much I long to be that way. I’m lucky enough where because ice is an alleviating factor in my chronic pain due to fibromyalgia I can still figure skate (which does give me species euphoria) albeit in shorter bursts than before to allow rest and not dislocate anything. Well, I was feeling dysphoric to an extent about how I have to use ankle and knee braces, as well as a cane soon enough which is coming in, and I saw this!

This guy is using a brace to support himself just like I do! I felt so much happier and thought about other things that relate my disability to my alterhumanity. So, I remembered these:

- Canines can also use braces to support themselves.

- Canines, including saarloos wolfdogs, frequently can have joint issues, which is something I also deal with as someone with ehler danlos syndrome.

- Canines with chronic illnesses also need rest periods.

- Soft bedding and ensuring a warm, comfortable environment helps manage pain, akin to how I use ergonomic aids and heating pads.

- With pain management medications and supplements, such as glucosamine and omega-3 fatty acids, are used to manage pain in canines too.

- Hydrotherapy and gentle exercises (like physical therapy) can help maintain muscle strength and joint stability in canines, which I also do.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my ramble session, I just wanted to share. Please reblog with things related to your disability and your theriotype in anyway, I need to see more disabled therians in the community and would love to see your input!!!

[hanasnx]

i feel like you’re the type of guy to taunt someone crying while sucking your dick i hope that doesn’t sound weird. like it’s giving… mocking, it’s giving… fake sympathy. i feel like you find it so captivating seeing someone who acts so strong lose all composure and confidence while they choke on your dick. the glassy eyes looking up at you, the mess of spit everywhere. if i had a dick - which i don’t - i’d be the same don’t get me wrong

MINORS DNI 18+

"What'cha given me that look for?" INDY questions, knowing you can't answer with a face-full of dick. Your head's propped up on some pillows while he's knelt over you, tucked between his thighs. "You asked for this, and now you're runnin' away from it. What gives?" He snickers, his canines glinting in the low light through his wolfish grin. "You look real cute like that, you know. Choking on this cock. I like it when you gag." He can't seem to stop running his mouth, punctuating his point with a buck. His swollen tip taps the back of your throat, and you lurch, pinned underneath him with nowhere to go.

You brows knit together, glaring up at him as rolls his tongue between his lips. "What? Got something to say?" His hips get into a rhythm, rocking leisurely into your mouth, deeper and deeper each time. The thick mix of spit and pre-cum gather and drop from the corners of your lips, forced to take him as your hands sit pliantly on his warm thighs. Any resistance means he'll lock them under his knees, ignoring your pleas from the soreness while he gets off using your face.

You sputter around his shaft, stringing fluids in his pubes, and he laughs at you. A husky, cruel sort of sound as spindly hand spans the top of your head, rocking your head into his thrusts as he gives them to you. Feeding you his dick, you can feel every vein swipe against the pad of your tongue. "Yeah, baby, lemme feel that tongue. S'my favorite. Bein' such a good girl for me, I love it." There's a mocking undertone to his praises, as if driving home the fact you're being forced into it, and how submissive you are to it. That pace quickens, and his bare abdomen rolls with each movement, licking the roof of your mouth with his head, until he's bullying the back of your throat. The concoction of fluids drip off his shaft, dotting your chest. "Gonna go all the way in, you ready?" The warning means nothing, shoving himself in. Your palms brace against his thighs, attempting to back up out of instinct but his hand on your scalp draws you in. His pubic hair tickles your nose, his balls resting against your chin as your cough around his cock plugging you up. A thumb fixes on your brows, tugging them up to instruct you to look at him. Those wide and glossy eyes meet his gaze, barely able to stay open.

This was your idea, he's just seeing it through.

[kaidabakugou]

𓆩♡𓆪 PAIRINGS: WEREWOLVES! KIRIBAKU X F! READER

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT: 2.4K

𓆩♡𓆪 WARNINGS: HUNTER & PREY / INJURIES / BLOOD KINK / MONSTERFUCKING / DOUBLE PENETRATION / KNOTS / CUNNILINGUS / ORGASM DENIAL / OVERSTIMULATION / BITING / MARKING / CNC / WOUND LICKING

𓆩♡𓆪 AUTHOR’S NOTE: hihi! this is another work from these spooky szn snippets that are still clouding my mind. hope you enjoy and please let me know if i missed any tags <333

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, the frantic beating of your heart booming against your ears as you continued running through the dark forest. Ignoring the ache in your legs while you jump over a large tree root, hands slippery with sweat against the rough wood as you push yourself forward. Only the light of the moon seeping through the trees illuminates your path while cold air sinks into your lungs.

They've been chasing you for what feels like hours now, heavy steps echoing with yours, low growling vibrating deep inside your ears when your pace falters, letting you know that it will only take one mistake, one wrong step and your life would be over.

You should've known better, should've heeded the warnings on the news about the recent animal killings, brushing it off as a simple mountain lion or a bear that happened to be near your area. 

But these weren't any mountain lions you've seen before. They seemed like wolves but at a much bigger scale, their eyes glowed a deep shade of yellow, and their sharp canines were enough to have you running away from the path to your home and into the dense trees.

Your clothes were ripped from the branches that clung to them, body marred with scrapes and dirt while fatigue started to settle into your muscles. The stinging pain in your lungs makes it harder to breathe with each desperate attempt to aid the ache in your chest. Stopping abruptly as you come up on the edge of a cliff overseeing the town, the pretty lights making your knees collapse under you.

The desire to scream builds up in your throat but you swallow it down as tears cling to your lashes realizing you've strayed too far from the town for anyone to hear you. The sounds of heavy pants getting louder and louder behind you while heavy steps rumble against the wet soil as you close your eyes. Biting your lip to contain the tremble of your chin as tears stain your cheeks. 

Looking over your shoulder as your eyes meet the same golden ones that drove you here, the bushes rattling on your other side as you peek over to see another set of the same eyes stalking towards your figure. Both wolves circling around you as if they hadn't tormented you enough, saliva dripping from their opened mouths and the sounds of the leaves crunching under their clawed paws that appeared to have more of a human-like shape rather than one of a wolf filled your ears as you tried to brace yourself for the horrid death that awaits you.

Jolting when you feel a cold nose drag along the side of your neck and down to the exposed skin on your shoulder. A wet tongue licking small stripes against your aching wounds while you tremble under his touch.

The moonlight catches on his coat and you notice the red highlights that accent his thick black fur. He continued to lick at your wounds, taking his time to savor the taste of your blood as the other wolf approached your face. Smelling across your cheeks and into the side of your hair before trailing down the center of your chest as he nestled himself in the valley of your breasts.

This wolf had a different coat from the one with the red highlights, this one had a blonde undercoat peeking from beneath his black fur almost ash colored. Their coats looked soft under the moonshine, clenching your fists at your sides as you resist the urge to reach up and pet them, wanting to know how their dark mane would feel seeping through your fingers.

You were ripped from your thoughts when your eyes met the ones of the wolf between your chest, he was staring up into yours as he continued breathing you in. His eyes were captivating, amber irises pulling yours into a deep trance as you sink deeper into pools of gold, your body almost relaxing under the mesmerizing sight before a tug on your side shifts your attention.

Fear settling into your bones again as the other wolf starts ripping your remaining clothes with his teeth. A low growl vibrates against your chest before the other wolf also starts to rip away at your clothes.

“N-no! Stop, don't do that!”, you beg but your pleas fall on deaf ears as they bite and claw away on the fabric before pushing you down on the cold forest floor. The damp soil digging into your knees as you fist the dirt when you feel one of them shove their snoot into your exposed cunt as he takes a long whiff through your folds before running his long tongue through them.

A whimper getting stuck in your throat when the wolf with the ash undercoat starts licking at your face, meaning the one with the crimson tips is the one that's slobbering all over your pulsing cunt. You tried to squirm away from their tongues, but sharp claws wrapped around your thighs, keeping you still as he continued lapping at your cunt.

The wolf licking your face suddenly grew impatient as he made his way around you, wanting to look back to see what they were doing but the animalistic snarls that resonated from behind you were enough to keep you frozen in your spot. It sounded like they were about to fight but before you could stress further over the thought, claws dug into your sides, flipping you over onto your back, scratching your skin in the process as you hissed at the sudden pain below your rib cages.

Both wolves settling between your legs as the one with the blonde undercoat wasted no time in licking long stripes along the length of your pussy while nudging your clit with his cold nose. The one with the red highlights made a sound that almost sounded like a whine before pushing his way to lap at your juices. Both beasts were licking your cunt while occasionally snapping at each other in an attempt to shove the other away. Their snarls send vibrations through your body as the knot inside your stomach gets tighter.

You were so close to cumming but before you could reach your climax, they stopped their ministrations on your throbbing cunt. Whining at the loss of contact but before you could protest further, the blonde undercoat giant was pulling you towards his lap, making you straddle him as the red highlighted fiend settled behind you. Dragging his cock between your ass cheeks before positioning himself at your entrance as he pushed his way inside you.

The stretch from his cock was unlike anything you've experienced before; your walls were clenching from the sting as he continued bullying his way into your dripping heat. His claws were digging into your hips as blood dripped in between them and onto the wolf beneath you, staining his coat.

The pain started to turn into pleasure but if there's something you should've learned by now is that these wolves enjoyed torturing you. And as quickly as the pleasure built, it was ripped away from you as he removed his cock from your cunt, shuddering as the cold brushed against your wet pussy, missing the warm feeling from the stretch of his cock.

Tears glossed your vision again as a whine vibrated in your chest, body moving on its own as you reached down to stroke the cock of the blonde undercoated brute under you. Feeling how it twitched in your hand, so big that your fingers couldn't completely wrap around him while you twisted your fist up and down as your eyes met his when a whine sounded from deep within his chest.

Aligning him with your entrance before sinking down on him, not waiting for your walls to adjust as you start grinding your hips down on him, chasing the release that you've been so desperate for. Closing your eyes as you lose yourself in the feel of his wide cock rubbing against your walls, not leaving a single inch of you untouched.

You're snapped from your haze when a sharp pain spreads across your shoulder, making you scream as the red highlighted wolf sinks his teeth into your delicate skin. Blood pouring into his mouth and pooling from the sides as it drips down on your chest while the other wolf leans down to drink the red liquid as it dribbles from your nipples and into his awaiting tongue. Sinking his jaws further into your flesh as he ruts his hips against your rear before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight rim.

Panicking as you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp but the lock on your shoulder prevents you from moving as they both dig their claws at your sides keeping you still while he buries his cock deeper into your ass.

Your mind was foggy, and your jaw was slack as both males were rutting into with an animalistic intensity that you could only scream incoherently. You weren't sure of how many times you’ve cummed from their assault on both of your holes but the mess of juices dripping down your legs was enough to let you know that it had been more than once, and they still hadn't cummed. Your body jolted with each thrust of their hips and your vision had blurred multiple times now, probably from the overstimulation that vibrated through every nerve in your body mixed with the blood loss from the jaws still latched onto your shoulder as they continued to lap up the red stream from your sensitive skin.

Just when you thought that they couldn't stretch you further, they slowed down their thrusts as they tried to push something wider into you, unsure of what it was since you couldn't move your head to look. Your body tensed as another scream ripped from your throat, voice hoarse as your body ran cold for a brief moment before heat settled into your skin again. They had pushed their thick knots inside of you, keeping you plugged before suddenly pulling them out of you again.

Ramming their knots into you as your body went limp in their grasps, heavy pants fanning your face while their whimpers got higher. Almost losing consciousness when the ash undercoat wolf sunk his jaws on the other side of your neck, teeth breaking the skin as blood pooled into his mouth.

The sweet liquid sends him over the edge as he buries his knot inside your sloppy cunt, flooding your walls with long hot ropes of cum, the feeling pulling another orgasm from you as you cum around his cock. The clenching of your rear sends the other wolf to reach his climax as he plunges his knot completely inside of you as he fills you up with cum. Both knots pulsing inside of you as they empty every last drop into your holes, filling you up and keeping you plugged as the three of you collapse into the ground.

Heavy breath escaping from your lips as you become more aware of the ache on your body, the mixtures of soreness and the stinging from their teeth and claws making it almost impossible to move. But the pain is short lived as they start licking every wound on your skin, their big warm tongues soothing the throb as they carefully clean all the sore spots.

In contrast to their previous rough demeanor, they were being delicate against your skin, no longer growling and snarling, their whines have died down in their throats to where it almost sounded like a purr to soothe your pain. Noticing that the sun was beginning to rise as the dark sky started turning a deep shade of blue, your eyes started to close as you began to succumb to sleep. 

But a worried voice sounding from behind you pulled you from your tiredness as you quickly looked back to the source. A man was staring down at you with worried eyes, dirt staining his lightly tanned skin with long red hair and matching deep shades of crimson eyes stared down at your equally disheaved figure.

“Are you ok?” your brows frowned further when you noticed he was naked as well, mouth stained with blood and his dick had replaced the large knot that was buried into your rear. Your words get caught in your throat as a million questions flood your mind. But before you could ask any, another voice startles you as you whip your head around again to see who it belongs to.

An ash blonde man rests his head under the arm behind his head with his eyes closed as he speaks again. “Let ‘er rest… we still have enough time before we have to return back into town”.

Opening his eyes as vermillion irises stare back into yours before smirking down at you. “What's with that look? Don't tell me you're still dazed from taking our cocks?”

You blink back at him, still confused as to what happened to the two wolves that were just here with you, stumbling over your words as you trailed off after each one, unsure of what to ask first.

“Where did-... how-... who are you?”

“We’re werewolves”, the redhead spoke behind you as you turned to face him.

“Werewolves?”, you asked, confusion written all over your face as he eagerly nodded.

“We usually just stay to ourselves, but we happened to stumble upon you last night and well you know”, he continues as he shoots you an apologetic smile while rubbing circles at your sides, just now becoming aware of the hands around your body.

“Oi, told you to let her rest for a bit, she's had a long night… haven't you, pretty? The blonde says as he cradles your face in his hand, pulling you back into him while pressing his forehead into yours.

“We’ll explain everything later, yeah?... Right now, you should rest”. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting your head fall back down onto his shoulder.

Letting sleep overtake you as you figure you could deal with the aftermath of this entire situation later. Enjoying the soft kisses being placed along your shoulder as you feel the redhead snuggle closer to you. Although you were still confused, you couldn't deny the excitement building up inside your stomach at the thought of the events from last night repeating themselves in the future.

Said thought makes your walls clench, the action not going unnoticed by both males as they smile to themselves before breathing in the sweet smell of your scent as they drift to sleep alongside you.