#it was super hot to write as well

[pricesprincess]

from this ask | smut but not really still mdni | pet play | leash/collar use | milestone event (open)

"i want to try something new si." you told your boyfriend who was on the couch after dinner, his body relaxed from a good meal and being home with you where he belonged.

his eyes shifted from the glowing screen to the doorway where you stood with a leather collar and a matching leash that had a chain in the middle. "you want to be a dog?" he asked with trepidation.

he's heard plenty of stories from the men he's met over the years talking about their wild sex stories and a few of them had pet play in it. you shrugged sheepishly and came forward swinging it around.

"well, not really, i don't know...i just want to try something new, the book i was reading had it and it was pretty hot actually." you babbled on nervously making him smile softly, a rare but genuine one.

it was cute to simon to see you so blubbery like this over something so trivial when he's had his tongue on every inch of your skin. he patted his spread thigh and watched as you sauntered over shyly.

you perched on top of his knee shifting as he fingered the diamond studs on the collar, it was made of a soft leather that crinkled under the weight of simon's thumb. "my pretty puppy then." he gruffed.

his hand came up to caress your cheek, for a man like simon, someone so big and capable of crushing your head like it was made of chalk instead of bone. thick calloused fingers squeezed gently.

simon watched the way your eyes went wide as your lips pushed out and pouted. "i want to be your pretty puppy simon, please." you begged, your throat bobbing with excitement.

"you sur' luv?" simon asked again, his thumb catching your bottom lip and giving it a squeeze, his dark brown eyes shifting down to the way you clenched your thighs together and nodded ready to begin.

he pointed down to the carpet and watched as you scrambled off his lap to kneel between his massive thighs with warmth flushing your entire face. simon grasped the leather collar and unclasped it.

you watched and thrummed your fingers on your knees as he wrapped the collar around your neck. "a perfect' collar for a perfect' puppy." he rasped, his thumb tracing the top of the leather.

your whole body hummed with exhilaration as simon hooked the leash to the collar, his lips twitching a little seeing you like this, the slip you put on earlier was lacy and see-through giving him a great view of your pebbled nipples and tits.

simon wrapped the end of the leash around his big paw, his fingers flexing against it as he tugged you forward watching your tits jiggle as you planted your hands in front of you for support with a gasp.

it wasn't expected and seeing this side of simon was new and it left you feeling eager and wet, your pussy slick and ready for attention. "can you bark for a treat?" he asked popping the button of his pants.

your eyes shifted from his fist that held the leash to his other hand that freed his weeping cock free from the confines of his boxers, thick and wide topped with a deep red tip and veins with a hairy and heavy sack you wanted to nuzzle your face against.

mustering up the best you could, you leaned forward and barked.

"i've met' strays who wer' mor' obedient'." simon's words were rough like sandpaper and you felt disappointment trickle in as you pouted and barked again, this time louder yapping like a small dog.

he wagged his dick like it was a toy or a treat for you and your mouth watered for the taste of simon.

[skitskatdacat63]

And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

[pink-lemonadefairy]

🌻 ₊˚⊹ ࿔ 🌳

[cringecannon]

sometimes i wonder what life is like for writers who primarily get astarion requests

[buster-loves-pr]

Ngl I think I would like Mack/Rose a little more if people didn’t OOc the hell out of both of them.

[flockrest]

hey, so you know how i said i wouldn't be dropping anything,

[freakish-hazzard]

Undertale yellow has earned my

Salty eye fluid "Tears" of approval

I cried :] /pos

[fitzrove]

I think I'm struggling creatively because as time goes on I find less and less motivation to write (and read, tbh!) stuff that's

good wholesome queer representation

escapist everything-gets-better fantasy ("because life is hard enough why would you write about miserable things")

palatable to people who disagree with me

And obviously I'm nowhere near finishing even a single original thing yet ahdfhajf but I've been looking at publishing videos that people who have experience in the industry have made and. Man no wonder that so much milquetoast stuff gets put out nowadays

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Existing in Prime fandom is seeing posts about Nine and 99% of the time either thinking "congrats, you fell for his act" or "...and you just believed what other characters said about him over his pattern of actions?"

[joyridingmp3]

crazy to me to think that my dads birth chart is predominantly fire, my mothers is mostly water, my sister is super earth heavy, and i have a lot of air in mine

[helloagain-shinyred]

How would freddy react if he spotted another person getting touchy with y/n?? 😈 (I just love jealous freddy💀)

^ actual gif of Freddy seeing a motherfucker getting handsy with his cupcake

Lol truth be told I can see Freddy being more of the type to keep a really good poker face and act totally natural, but inside he’s planning how he’s going to make a murder look like an accident.

If you happen to catch on to Freddy’s plotting and you choose to talk him down from it (“please don’t kill them, I’d rather not have to clean blood off your insides again, that was so gross…”), he’ll listen to you and promise not to kill them. Assuming the flirty bastard in question didn’t intend to be so forward and just has a very friendly, touchy personality, Freddy will give them this one (1) free pass. Just for you.

However, if Cassanova knows exactly what they’re doing and is, god forbid, intentionally trying to get fresh with you, Freddy’s going to make them wish they were dead. It’s going to be almost impossible to convince him to not resort to murder. In addition, you bet your sweet bippy that once the two of you are alone, it’ll be Freddy’s turn to get touchy with you. He’s going to do all the things he bets that shameless flirt wishes they could do to you.

One thing I want to make clear is that Freddy will never, ever get angry at you in these situations. You’re not asking for this attention, you’re not reciprocating it, so why should he take out his rage on his sweet little cupcake? No, it’s the creeps that must die. If you allow him. Please allow him, he’s begging you, just one little murder-

[f4llingtoyou]

thinking about min ho and seventeen songs. hmm

[full-of-malice]

another miguel o'hara fic

hopes

miguel attends his first ever parent-teacher conference in his new life as gabi's father

he didn't want to get his hopes up, but it was too late for that.

word count: 891

[sanchoyo]

actually actively getting annoyed at myself bc i have SO many wips rn. bc i cannot sit and finish any single one. i used to be so good abt finishing one thing before doing the next but all ive been able to do are scribbles lately (a lot of which I cant even post yet augh. bc theyre too small to post outside of a doodle dump so I want to wait until I have a couple of them, or cant post bc they contain spoilers)

I want to make a nice fully rendered piece so bad but my brains not allowing it. and NOW i have the itch to redo my oc playlist portraits bc every time i open spotify and see them I Recoil.....help 😭

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[zhengzi]

finally finished kiwami 2

boy was the story a hot mess