#le pup

[thefluffyrailway-official]

Holdin

No thoughts

No mind

Just floof.

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[demon4dilfs]

[valentina-lauricella]

Matthew Gray Gubler with dogs. He's a pup! 😄😃

[pe0ple3ater]

Pup Etoiles btw. Etoiles in a pinch collar and leash kneeling. Etoiles that is such a good boy. Etoiles in chasity only able to please his partner, he doesn't care he just wants to be good. Etoiles getting fucked by a machine, stupid and drooling and whining while they see how much he can really take.

[kaceyunderfell]

Two Found, a Revenge to go

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No waaayy I'm actually working on the Raincloud au again?? :0

(Original au by @thunder-opossum, this is my au of their au)

As the both of them walked Raincloud thought about what she would do if she actually did run into Sizzle again. Surely if her mother saw how he was sympathizing with the scavengers, even after all they did to the three of them-

"Hold up, I saw something." her mother had suddenly said, interrupting her thoughts.

"What is it?" Raincloud responded back.

"I'm not sure, it was moving too fast, but it was heading in that direction." the crimson slugcat pointed in a direction. "We can cut whatever it was off if we go that way." she then pointed at a pipe in the distance.

"What if it was just a lizard?" Raincloud asked.

"It didn't move like a lizard, it moved more like a scavenger if you ask me. And besides, even if it was a lizard, it would be free food."

Raincloud nodded. "Then lets go cut it off."

Raincloud and Artificer had hidden themselves above the pipe that Artificer had pointed at before, waiting for whatever Artificer saw to come through the pipe.

Three flashes of a pale green color from the lights above the pipe, then a familiar face comes out of the pipe.

Artificer was the first to jump down from their hiding spot after spotting Sizzle.

"...pup..?" the crimson slugcat was certainly surprised to see him.

Sizzle jumped in surprise. It looked like he was not expecting to see Artificer so suddenly.

Raincloud stayed in the spot, listening and thinking for a while. She was curious to see this interaction, even if she knew nothing good would come from it.

"Thank the stars I found you! I have been searching for ages!" the crimson slugcat looked like she was about to cry. "Are you okay? You don't look hurt-"

She spotted the torn bit of Sizzle's ear. "Oh my.. what happened? I swear those scavengers will PAY for separating us all."

"It's a good thing I found you, now we can actually start doing some real damage."

Sizzle's ears dropped at hearing that, Raincloud guessed it was because of the whole "being raised by them" thing that he had told her about when they met the previous cycle.

"But..-" Sizzle began, but was cut off by Artificer, who was looking up at the hiding spot Raincloud was still hiding in "C'mon down, it's safe."

And with that, Raincloud jumped down and joined Artificer and Sizzle.

"Now that I've found you both, I don't have to constantly be worrying whether you pups are alright or not." the crimson slugcat sighed in relief. "I'm glad you both are alive."

And that's it!

I was gonna continue this one for longer, but it would have been sitting in my drafts for like.. days, and I don't want that to happen lol

I hope you liked it!

[pupphrodite]

[joons]

i just realized that gavroche singing "nothing that you'd call up to scratch" in les mis means "i wouldn't say that you're 'up to scratch'" and not "i wouldn't pet you if you were a dog"

[percival-p-pups]

Le phoque de le canapé.

[cigarette-smoke-noir]

Merry Dog (1933)

A Christmas-themed short in which Pooch the Pup is telling the poem "The Night Before Christmas" when Santa doesn't appear but a big bad wolf in a santa costume. After a cat and some mice knock his beard of he's chases them around until the real Santa can stop him.

[thefluffyrailway-official]

AMMMM FLOOF CALL!!!

WE'RE NEARLY IN SPRING ALREADY...

O dear Lady.....

[mantecol]

EL CAPITULO DE HOY ???? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[reginalusus]

Just a sketch that I was too tired to finish... And since it's Father's Day I'm just gonna dump a bunch of my more silly (mostly) headcanons about their dynamic below, teehee.

General - They argue. A lot. About anything. Jason is the instigator. Harvey is almost always correct. - There has been a karaoke battle at some point. - They smoke far too much and smoke breaks are common occurrences during anti-hero outings. They are no longer mere breaks; they are rituals. - One of the only things they are comfortable openly bonding over is their alleged hatred of Bruce - and weapons. - Actually work very well together in combat. Jason's accurate, hard-hitting martial arts expertise and agility compliment Harvey's more elegant and violent approach. Gotham's scumbags are cooked. - They were both slain by Gotham, and reborn. They are now both living their second life - neither want to admit to each other that they find comfort that they're not alone in this. - They will take any opportunity to bring up each other's past interactions; the two-toned car, the two-story building fiasco, the kidnapping, anything. - Jason's biological father is the root cause of their most explosive, brutal fights. Both of them, however, are exhausted and have other shit to worry about, so they avoid this topic as best as they can.

Jason's POV - Teases Harvey about twos, duality and doubles to distract from the horrors. - When angry, will call Harvey 'Apollo' to piss him off. Sometimes it's 'Ex-District Attorney', with emphasis on the 'Ex'. - He doesn't like it very much when Harvey attempts to get close/connect with him; relationships are transactional. At least that's how Jason views them. - Hates being passenger in Harvey's car because he doesn't get any say over the radio. - He does view Harvey as a parental figure, or something like it, but he's conflicted. - Actually appreciates it when Harvey helps him through PTSD episodes. - Sadly, he isn't very good at helping Harvey through dissociation/depressive episodes yet. He sort of stands there like the man emoji. - Will randomly come out with courtroom related lines when Harvey does something bad, like: "Your honour, my client would like to plead Gemini," or "Your honour, in my client's defence, he didn't know the safety lock was off." - Makes jokes about Harvey's thugs all wanting to have 'a night' with Harvey. - Absolutely refuses to call Harvey "dad", even jokingly. He will have sightseen everything in Hell before that happens. - But at the same time he cries out for a father figure, one that is proud of him, that loves him. He secretly loves it when Harvey pats his shoulder or gives an approving nod.

Harvey's POV - Will make jokes about Jason being alive again to distract from the horrors. - When angry, calls Jason 'Robin' or 'Pup' (name of a baby bat) to piss him off. - Tries to bond with Jason - he *wants* to - but he's a big dumbass about it. - Does not understand Jason's music taste and doesn't have any desire to. - Views Jason as the child he never had the chance to have. In a sense, that makes him quite protective of Jason, but he hides this. He tries desperately not to be like his own father. - Is quite good at understanding Jason's emotions; he knows how to deal with his attacks and does, begrudgingly, use tips he learned from his previous therapists. - Doesn't wish to burden Jason with his own episodes. Unfortunately it's not always possible to hide them. - Just as Jason tortures him with puns, Harvey will do it right back. He'll come out with things like, "We only put up with you because you were the SECOND Robin," or "How would you like to die a second time?" - He will stand and stare awkwardly when Jason brings (sneaks) lovers back to the hideout. But he minds his business. - May have accidentally called Jason his son a few times. Or his "kid". But not to Jason directly, only in his talks between himself and Two-Face. - He likes seeing Jason happy. So many kids and young people are let down by Gotham's corruption and he'll be damned if Jason becomes a victim of it (again).

[smileflowcr]

Cuando el mayor reveló un secretó ocurrido mucho antes que siquiera el padre de Alastair llegase a gobernar, pensó que quedaría como una anécdota nada más, olvidando por un pequeño instante lo celoso es. “Puedo matarla de la manera más dolorosa posible con tal que no te sientas así, que comprendas que Euphemia no significa nada y que la única persona que sujeta mi corazón eres tú.” A cualquier otro rey eso le podría causar problemas con sus deidades mientras que Silas tiene una pequeña ventaja al ser hijo de dos de los más importantes y entenderán sus acciones en nombre del amor. Deja que ella guíe sus movimientos, sintiendo el dulce vino en sus labios, abrumándolo de la excitación. “Deseo hacerte mía, mi reina.” Los largos dedos exploran la textura de la prenda en círculos, manteniendo sus orbes olivo en la contraria, atento a cualquier reacción. Conoce tanto el cuerpo femenino como masculino gracias a sus cientos de años caminando por el mundo, compartiendo días y noches con los amantes del momento, pero ahora y sabiendo que se trata de su consentida esposa, debe tratarla como la joya que es. El alfa de inclina hacia adelante, llevando sus suaves labios a la mejilla ajena, haciendo un recorrido hasta probar directamente los labios más sabrosos que existe, haciendo a un lado la prenda y tocar directamente la pequeña zona dedicada al placer. “¿Podré tenerte en esta forma por varios días? Me gustaría recorrer las tierras contigo y hacerlo en cualquier lugar.”

Por  su  salud  mental  y  la  salud  física  de  Silas,  más  le  valía  ser  solo  un  adulador  con  él,  o  ella  en  este  caso,  puesto  que  se  han  casado  hace  mucho  y  se  pertenecen.  A  Alastair  no  le  importaba  mucho  con  quien  durmiera,  pero  parecía  que  Euphemia  tocaba  una  fibra  sensible  en  él,  tal  vez  por  el  lazo  semi-dios  y  oráculo.  -  —Tu  oráculo  me  molesta,  han  pasado  siglos  y  ni  siquiera  existía  en  este  paramo  terrenal  pero  la  idea  de  que  hayas  dormido  con  ella  me  enrabia  —  -no  le  incomoda  ser  brutalmente  honesta,  no  cuando  sabe  que  podría  reducir  al  otro  a  sus  pies  sin  problema.  Le  encanta  como  lucen  aquellas  manos  grandes  en  un  cuerpo  más  pequeño  de  lo  habitual,  sintiéndose  mojar  de  inmediato  por  la  idea,  su  esencia  de  vino  tinto  se  dispersa  por  el  lugar.  Le  encantaba  ese  espacio  en  el  reino  de  Silas,  porque  podía  escuchar  el  bullicio  del  palacio  y  el  reino  debajo,  una  bañera  cercana  con  agua  corriente  y  la  sombra  de  los  olivos.  Lleva  la  zurda,  donde  su  enorme  anillo  de  oro  de  bodas  descansaba,  tomando  la  mano  del  otro  para  colocarla  en  su  centro  cubierto  por  una  fina  capa  de  ropa  de  encaje.  -  —Tócame,  devórame,  haz  lo  que  creas  conveniente.

[dovveri]

pleaseee thigh riding with sana. shes extremely mean after a little teasing. lots of degrading. :D

the edge's temptation

synopsis: what the ask said

warnings: edging, spanking, pussy spanking, swearing, mentions of exhibitionism, kind of petplay? but not rly idk reader wears a collar and leash and sana calls her pup like once, grinding, thigh-riding, strap-ons, degradation

w/c: 2k

a/n: this has been sitting in drafts since... june 22 LMAOO id write like one sentence a week i cant write smut id rather kiss a man but here it is at last!! idk if the anon who req this is still here after all the drama but i think there are others who'll like this anyway bcs yall all horknee so enjoy!

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your girlfriend was impossible. she had already edged you twice tonight, and an orgasm was nowhere in sight.

"s-sana p-le-ase!"

she tuts, "what do you want?"

"wanna c-cum! p-please i've been- fuck- good!"

"good? bending over and sucking off half the audience is good?"

"i- i didn't- i didn't!"

"you basically did. you think just anyone can touch you? is that what we're doing now? fucking whore. you'd do anything for attention wouldn't you?"

"n-no! o-only yours- shit- sana please- i'm not- i'm good-"

"good girls don't lie. what you are is a liar and a slut. maybe i should just give you what you want. i can bring you back out there, fuck you in front of the entire award show. then they'll know they can't touch you right?"

you pulse at the thought, you know she'd never actually do it, she was way too possessive to let anyone else see you bare and ruined for her, but the slim possibility, the very real irritation she was exuding had you picturing exactly the situation she described. and fuck she was right, she knew you too well. you'd love to be claimed in front of everyone, for the whole world to see just how good sana could make you feel.

she chuckles darkly, ripping her fingers out of you, "clenching around me at that? and you say you're good. fucking pathetic. suck."

it's not a command. she shoves her fingers into your open, panting mouth roughly, chin tilting up at the sight of you. your lips immediately close around her fingers and you suck your slick off her digits obediently, eyes lidded, dizzy from the taste of yourself and the way she was treating you.

sana's eyes roam over the expanse of skin while you suck on her fingers, her hands tracing over the lines of your body. you're perched across her lap, her hand palming your ass, pretty lilac collar around your neck attached to a dark purple leash she's rolling around loosely in her other hand.

“look at you, dripping onto me. was this all me?” the hand that’s at your ass dips down, her fingers coming to slide between your soaked lips, “or was it the guys that fawned over you tonight? attention whore.” she sends a slap to your pussy, the contact making you whine, squirming away but also desperately needing more.

“i don’t even see how that one guy you let touch your waist was so funny. you were laughing so prettily, head tilted back, almost like you were tempting him to just claim the empty space on your neck.” she tugs the leash, your body lurching forward, pussy meeting her knee, throat constricting, trying to prolong the pressure on your cunt before she slaps your ass, pulling your hips back so you’re weight is on your hands and knees again.

“you’re mine. everything is mine. your voice, this pretty ass, these tits, your pussy, it’s all mine to feel, mine to enjoy, mine to see.” she punctuates each phrase with the tug of a nipple or a slap against reddened skin. “no one else can make you feel this good anyway isn’t that right slut? and yet you still look for that attention. it’s like you want me to get mad. is that it? do you want my attention? do you want me to treat you like this? you want me to get all possessive and mean? turns you on huh? well i hate to break it to you sweetie but only good girls get to cum.”

you whine, daring to turn your head to look at her with a pleading look, begging for something, anything.

she scoffs, "is that your begging face? i saw you use the exact same one with those guys tonight."

your face morphs into shock, trying to backtrack, "n-no i didn't! i didn't i swear- you- you must have seen wrong-"

"you saying there's something wrong with my eyes?"

"no! no no not you, p-please please i'm sorry i- i'll be good please-"

she tuts again, moving you around so you're sitting on her lap, dripping cunt finally getting some friction against the skin of her thigh. you moan at the feeling, frantically humping down against her while she has you there.

"look at you- pathetic."

you whine, wrapping your hands around her neck and burying your face into her shoulder, whimpering and gasping with each thrust against her thigh, too embarrassed to look at her but too desperate to keep yourself still. you almost cry out when she tenses her thigh, the muscle rubbing along your clit in just the way you needed.

"s-sana i want to- can i- please- i wanna-"

"what? what does my little pup want?"

"cum! c-can i cum!?"

sana's quiet for a little, you're almost afraid you've done something wrong or she's no longer into it, but you're physical needs outweighed your saner mind, your one-track mind only concerned with feeling as good as she was making you feel.

so you continue rutting against her, chasing your high desperately while she bites her lip, watching your tits sway with each thrust, her own position compromised as she feels herself grow sticky and wet from the sight and sounds.

you push against her, more and more, whining and moaning right into her ear, knowing she loves to hear you, testing her patience, fluttering internally at the way her grip on your hips tighten with each second, nails digging into your skin just enough to give that perfect sting you adored.

“s-sana? c-can i?” you ask again, holding back the looming crash of your orgasm through tensed muscles.

her eyes snap up to yours and then she grips your hips even harder, forcing you to stop.

you cry, body automatically fighting against her, trying to reject her, but it knew who owned it. you succumbed within seconds, gasping into her shoulder, mourning the loss of what could've been.

"at least you're polite now." her voice is gruff, nails still digging into your skin.

you can’t respond, too exhausted and despaired to do anything but cry.

you don’t even notice her shuffling you around, your hips canting up into nothing whenever she even lingers near your cunt.

that is until you feel the cool silicone strap dragging through your folds, lubing itself up in your essence, catching at your clit, then dragging back down.

you clench around nothing, throwing your head back with an arm over your eyes.

sana tuts, pulling it away, “look at me when i fuck you pup. i’m gonna make sure you remember who owns you.” she thrusts inside, doesn’t give you a chance to think before pulling back out, “gonna make sure you remember who you come home to.” another thrust. “going to fuck you out so good you’ll never be able to take anyone else but me.”

and then she takes off.

she’s gripping your hands together on your lower stomach. that way, your arms push your chest in for her pleasured viewing as she fucks into you with rigor. it also stops you from leaving lines of red down her back while she groans at the sight of the light purple strap attached to herself, grinding against her own clit with each thrust, pulling out wetter than it was each time it goes inside you.

“f-fuck- sana- oh god- i’m- you’re so good fuck-“

“yeah? can anyone else make you feel this way? anyone else- you’d cum for?”

“n-no! only y-you sana fuck- please can i- please-!”

“hold on a little longer baby- let me- fuck god you look so fucking good-"

you whine, thighs shaking as she keeps plowing into you, her eyes locked on the way she pushes inside you every half second. you don't think you can hold on for much longer, she had to understand right? she had edged you three times now, and you were already soo worked up even before she got her hands on you. that wasn't really your fault, she just looked so good in her pretty dress tonight and you couldn't stop imagining her between your legs, eating you out under the dining table while the rest of the world applauded people that would never hold a light to your girlfriend.

"sana i'm gonna- i can't hold it any longer-"

"i told you to fucking wait- fuck- you want me to stop again? huh? leave you hanging all splayed out and desperate to cum?"

you shake your head desperately, holding onto her wrists, eyes clenching shut trying to ward off the looming orgasm.

"i'm almost there baby we'll cum together- c'mon- fuck- you look so good- only i get to see you like this- fuck-"

you nod, her words swimming around in your head, doing whatever you can to appease her, hips returning her thrusts in a frenzy, not even trying to match her pace, just fucked out dumb and reacting with pure physicality.

she leans down, finally, panting next to your ear, thrusts reaching deeper than ever, "alright baby. cum for me."

you cum on command, clenching tightly around her and scream as you come undone, head thrown back, body fluttering and shaking as she continues rutting into you albeit slower and softer. you dimly register her muttering small curses against your throat as you come down, hips stuttering to a slow stop, still buried deep inside you.

you wrap your arms around her tightly now that she's freed you, hugging your sweaty bodies close and reveling in the feeling of her weight on top of you.

you lay like that for a few minutes, breathing in her scent and catching your breath together.

eventually, she has to pull out and you groan lightly as she gently coaxes herself off of you, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead and pecking you sweetly.

you make grabby hands at her when she’s standing and taking the harness off.

sana giggles, “just a minute baby. you know i wanna cuddle too but i have to clean this.”

you whine incomprehensibly, mumbling a small hurry as she walks towards your bathroom and starts rinsing the strap off.

she comes back far too late for your liking so you try and make up for it by curling around her immediately, climbing almost on top of her and sighing when she runs a hand through your hair in comfort.

“good?”

“you don’t even have to ask.” you mumble against her bare chest, eyes drooping.

she giggles again, you feel the movement in her throat, “wasn’t too much right?”

you shake your head, “you were perfect. like always. thank you. i love you.”

you feel the smile on her lips when she kisses your forehead, “don’t pull that shit in public again or i swear-“

“you’ll fuck it out of me?” you glance up at her with a lazy smile and lidded eyes.

she rolls her eyes, tightening her grip around you, “spoilt.”

“because you love me.”

“i do. even when you’re being a brat.”

“you love when i’m a brat. you love taking power anyway since everyone thinks you can’t top.”

“who thinks that?!”

you shrug, cuddling closer as she gawks at you, trying to get you to look at her. “jeongie says it’s because you have no muscle.” you poke at her bicep lovingly, laughing when she blanches and tries flexing immediately, “nayeonnie says you’re too much of a baby.”

“am not!”

“and momo just doesn’t see it.”

“wha-“

“and she’s known you for the longest soo-“

“okay first of all my muscle is growing back! second, nayeon just says that because she treats me like that and she’s never known otherwise! and momo- momo’s just saying shit because she wants to mess with me!”

you laugh, clasping your hands together and kissing the swell of her breast, “i know i know… i’m not complaining anyway.” you stretch and curl back around her like a cat, “i get all the benefits.”

sana puffs her chest and you adore her pride. “that’s right.”

you giggle, kissing her again and continue talking about nothing and everything, a non-negotiable for the both of you after any session, no matter how quick or small.

[monstersholygrail]

*le gasp* how dare he speak so ill of puppy hybrid!!! *quickly craddles puppy hybrid in my arms* dont worry baby, i love you so much, youre a good pup and deserve all the love in the world *big smooch on his forehead*

He would absolutely love this and devour all of your attention. Who needs work when you can just cuddle all day long? He just wants to chill with you and be spoiled with affection. I can totally see how he’d react to overhearing IT Robot in this.

Puppy Hybrid Salesman sniffles and burrows into your arms, whimpering and curling himself up tighter in your lap. He’s a lot shorter than the other monsters working in the office so he fits into your soft squishy lap with ease.

He nuzzles into your neck, a needy little thing, leaving his head conveniently bared for more soft kisses. All while secretly scenting you, marking you as his. You’re his protector, his savior against the mean words of the office Robot. Now he wants all of you, and he wants to take care of you in return.

“S’not my fault I’m a virgin. Jus-just want my first time to be special,” he mumbles into your skin.

The vibrations of his voice and the subtle suggestive tone he has does something to ya. Arousal bubbles up in your belly. He can smell it on you instantly his tail begins to wag behind him.

His hands grow bolder as he senses you want him as much as he wants you in return, his paws dragging over your skin and pulling you impossibly closer. Still not satisfied even after molding his body to yours.

“Th-think you can help me? With my… big problem,” he asks, sounding just as shy even as his voice lowers, fueling by the lust roaring through him.

Your arousal spikes and Puppy Hybrid takes that as a sign. His hips flex, pushing into you, and rubbing his hardening cock against your core. You inhale sharply, surprised but not against these turn of events.

He can feel the heat of your core coming off of you in waves and soon his hips are moving on their own, needing both your comfort and your pleasure. And by the pace he’s going he won’t be a virgin much longer.

[thefluffyrailway-official]

ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕦𝕡

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 (𝚈𝚎𝚙, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜) 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛..... 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚘𝚢 -𝚠-

🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎-𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗.

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)