#muzzle me

[straitjacketprincess]

Pathetic pupthing experiment with Stockholm syndrome x sadistic scientist who just wants to torture them for their own gain (but entertains their desperate needs until they die ;3)

[ms0milk]

nanami kento, you will know no rest until i’m dead in the ground

[rencantstopfalling]

Yo send me requests I’m feeling horny and angsty and in love all in one. If I don’t get to it today I will tomorrow

[starrlightpuppy]

flossing my teeth while listening to Nasty Dog (Sir Mix-A-Lot) and my canines became very prominent to me very quickly

need someone to muzzle me for biting too much

[takami-takami]

Considering posting something embarassing.

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Okay posting the embarassing thing, I have been trying to figure out how to write a guys Style of fucking as fluid, like. This is the least sexy way possible to describe it but when it looks like they're doing the worm? Like their head falls between their shoulderblades and they look like... Im sorry don't listen to me.

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT THOUGH, RIGHT? Like it goes up and down like a cosine graph. NONE OF THESE DESCRIPTIONS ARE SEXY BUT IT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT, I'M FUCKING SORRY!!!

Anyway Keigo fucks like that. I can't figure out how to describe it though. Nobody tell me how to describe it it'll feel like I'm cheating.

[filthforfriends]

Bites him

I would loose consciousness. Fall to the floor and die. Cease to exist.

[sarcastic-clapping]

claudia BEYOND justifiably hating lestat and louis and dying hating them because they didn’t see her as a person with her own agency and treated her like a child at best and a toy at worst and both are ultimately to blame for her suffering BUT louis and lestat both genuinely loving her (in their own fucked up and deeply inadequate ways) and seeing her as their daughter and being irreparably traumatized by her death and their culpability in her suffering and the knowledge that she died hating them and it’s their fault and they can never make it right ever

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[las-lus]

Buffy really did the FUNNIEST thing possible with Spike. usually when a villan becomes part of the found family it's because 1. they're already on a redemption rc or 2. there is an even bigger evil and they need to join forces.

with spike they just put a muzzle on him like he is a rabid dog they don't want to put down, dressed him with some Hawaiian shirts and started feeding him blood out of a straw.

[dmsr-art]

Please I need to see muzzled Alecto oh my god, I’m never gonna stop thinking about your tags for her and Harrow

enjoy :3

[canisalbus]

You could say I was horsing around.

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[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[dreamatduskk]

bitey mf

[scuderiacherri]

PRESS ICONS 🏆🤩

i made the schumi one earlier this year (it’s one of my favorites 🙂‍↕️) when i saw the max photo of his mini press conference i just hAD to

your honor i love them 🤭

[bernardsleftbootycheek]

in a way that if i spoke, i would be locked up in an asylum, not the mentally ill one, one that they made especially for me.

i need chris sturniolo in a way that sets back women’s rights.

[salamispots]

honse (kinda forgot about posting this here haha)