#nasty mutt men

[bellasfortuna]

Simon and Johnny who, after a particularly horrendous mission, a harder deployment than usual, decide that maybe they'll have a little fun at a bar in town. The doe-eyed girl who shies away from Johnny's unabashed flirting, leaning back and stammering that she has a boyfriend and points to the meanest looking guy in the bar, which happens to be Simon, hoping to deter Johnny. She doesn't notice the amused glance the two share, the pair deciding that maybe tonight will be a little more than just fun, especially when Simon wraps an arm around her and tugs her into his side, playing the part; a small dark part of him enjoying how she relaxes, thinking the danger that is Johnny is now averted. She doesn't know she's walked, stumbled really, into a much larger danger

[lovifie]

Messy Eaters

Smut | 416 words | Masterlist

The 141 have to attend a gala dinner.

Really fancy, with lots of protocols, too many forks and too little time.

That's you give them a speed-up masterclass on etiquette.

With Gaz and Price, it goes by in a blur, both men are perfectly attentive, making sure to ask any question and thanking you once it is done.

With Ghost and Soap? You wish you could sink the fish fork in his eyes.

"Which one is for meat again?" "The one with two spikes"

"Which one do you use for chips?" "There won't be chips."

"What's this one for?" "That's a toothpick, you brought it here"

"Why are there so many glasses?" "For all the different drinks."

"Where is the pint glass?" "There are no pint glasses on this dinner."

"You seem stressed" "You reckon?"

It's not your fault that they are both such messy eaters, but deep down you love it.

Especially when they start to take turns to go down on you, the sloppiest head of your life.

They have you laid on your back, mock glasses and places thrown out of the way. Your legs on each side of his head, resting on his shoulders, while he sits on his chair eating your cunt like it was the main dish.

Slurping up your juices, face buried deep between your folds, the nose from the broken nose rubbing against your clit making your legs spasm as his hands grab your thighs keeping you in place.

He wishes he could hear your pretty moans if it wasn't for the mutt making out with you. You can't help but open your mouth when Simon's tongue moves deeper into your gummy walls, and Johnny dives into your mouth with his tongue.

Such a nasty and disgusting kiss that has your head feeling fuzzy, there is spit running down your cheek, his tongue deep I'm your mouth checking every single tooth on it, sucking your tongue onto his mouth, moaning into you as if he was the one getting head, his hand resting over your breast massaging it continuously like a machine.

You have lost count of how many times you have cum around Simon tongue, the little mat under your body soaked with your juices and saliva, and you think they will finally take pity on you. Until Simon pats your thigh before standing up, looking at Soap and motioning to the chair with his head.

"C'mon, Johnny. Your turn, we need to practice for the dinner."

[haosweater]

nasty dog

content: best friend! vernon x afab! reader, smut, pwp, college au. warnings: consumption of alcohol. smut: switch! vernon, switch! reader, name calling (puppy, mutt, miss etc), cunnilingus (oral on reader), praise kink, breeding kink.

summary: vernon is overprotective. everyone knows that. he says he just wants to make sure no man takes advantage of you, since y’know, men are dogs. well, then again, so is he.

word count: 2k

note: this was,,, supposed to be less than 1k words... oh well, i went crazy :d divider is by @cafekitsune on tumblr :)

you always found the situation funny. 

to people on campus, you and vernon were known to be best friends. he was your partner-in-crime, the one who knew and understood your humour the best. wherever you were, so was he. people rarely saw you apart. it was as if you both were attached to the hip.

your friends always teased vernon about how protective he was over you. it didn’t matter where men approached you. in school, at clubs, on campus— vernon was always lurking nearby, glaring at them from the shadows. if looks could kill, he’d have been a serial killer. 

“aw vernon, don’t need to be jealous,” jihyo laughed as the male snapped out of his daze, and turned to look at her. “you’ve been staring at y/n for the past ten minutes.”

it was true. he had been busy staring at you. but he was also staring at the man whose hands were wandering down your body. his lanky figure was bent over so he could whisper god-knows-what into your ear. he just couldn’t look away from the way you giggled, your fingers tracing over the patterns on the stranger’s shirt. 

“well, that freak’s with her,” he sighs, downing the rest of his whiskey. “can’t be too careful now, can i?” 

chaeyong giggled, leaning against her boyfriend’s shoulder. “aw, are you worried y/n’s gonna leave you?” she teases the male as their whole group laughs. vernon rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face shows that he doesn’t mind it. “don’t worry, babes. you know she always has a special place in her heart for you.” 

vernon opts to not respond as his gaze drifts back to you. the man’s hands had trailed down to your waist, and it was now your turn to whisper in his ear. your hand was on his shoulder, gripping it tightly. he shuddered at your words, only fueling vernon’s curiosity even more. he knew you were whispering the most sinful things to him. he could see it in the way you grinned, knowing you were in control.  

the music faded into the background gradually as the boy is left with his own thoughts. ‘special place in her heart?’ vernon thought to himself, bringing the glass up to his lips. he didn’t doubt that. 

that’s when your eyes meet his. he chokes on his drink, surprised and embarrassed. he knew you knew that he’d been staring. it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it that well anyways. 

vernon feels small and shy when you look at him. your gaze was similar to that of a predator’s– focused, sharp, intimidating. you looked like you were about to devour him whole. he wouldn’t have minded that. 

he cannot look away. your eyes draw him in, your entire demeanour was confident, seductive, and you knew you were in absolute control. raising a finger, you gesture for him to come over slowly, as if casting a spell on him (for you, he’d knowingly fall for it all). with a soft smile, he finishes his drink quickly and leaves. 

he knew what this meant. 

“so? what did you tell him?”

you hum, closing your eyes with a smile on your face. vernon’s voice always had a soothing effect on you. “i told him how i’d tie him up and fuck him slowly,” you begin, sipping on your drink. “then i told him to fuck off and keep dreaming.” 

vernon’s laugh sounds like a familiar melody from your childhood. he hums, tracing circles across your skin gently. “very on brand for you, hm?” he teases, shifting his body down as the sheets rustle under your bodies. 

chuckling, you brushed his brown locks aside, but are quick to gasp as he inserts his tongue into you, catching you by surprise. “fuck, noonie,” you curse, relishing in the pleasure. “god, that tongue of yours,” you moan softly, flushing your hips against his face. 

from between your legs, vernon has a wild grin on his face. you roll your eyes at his antics, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his tongue against your wet cunt. he mumbles something so softly, you only realise he spoke because of the vibrations it sent to your clit. 

“what’d you say—ngh, fuck,”you let out a gasp. “w-what’d you say, nonnie?” 

vernon lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips. “all men are dogs,” he said, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit as you shuddered. “and you know how nasty they are.” 

“fuck, 'non,” you whine as his tongue continues to assault your clit, fingers pumping in and out of you. “doesn’t that– oh god, you’re so fucking good,” you breathe heavily, relishing in the pleasure vernon never failed to give you. “doesn’t that make you a dog too?” 

the chuckle he let out was enough to make you groan. god, all it took was his laugh to make you even wetter (if that was even possible). 

his large eyes peek out from between your legs, mouth place soft kisses to your inner thighs. you shudder as his fingers start to move even faster, your hands grasping the satin sheets below you. 

“yeah, it does,” he smiles against your skin. “but i’m your dog, y/n,” he says with a hint of mischievousness in his voice. 

his fingers trace along your skin before you feel him gently pry your fingers off the sheets. his fingers intertwine with yours for a moment, a short, but intimate moment that has your heart fluttering more than you’d like to admit.

he hands you something and you’re slightly confused. its texture is slightly rough and it felt foreign to you. you look down and realise he’s handed you the end of a leash that was around his neck. “i’m yours to use. i’m here only to please you, to make you feel good. my pleasure is irrelevant– i’m made to serve you,” he whispers, planting kisses along your thigh as he looked into your eyes. 

“so please. use me.”

an insatiable energy surges within you. with a harsh tug of the leash, you have vernon in your lap. your free hand grabs his hair, moaning into his mouth as he grinds against you. 

“you’re such a horny fucking mutt,” you groan, as he kisses you back with much vigour. you can tell he’s desperate, the way his hips are moving against you. “you wanna fuck me? fuck your cum into me?”

vernon groans at your statement, nodding fervently as you chuckle, slowly lowering yourself down. the boy follows you, chasing your lips as he whined at the list of contact. you tug his leash and he lets out a low whimper, almost too soft for you to hear. “good boy,” you coo, ridding him of his pants eagerly. 

his cock was hard and twitched at your praise. you licked your lips at the sight. “you’re going to fuck me now, puppy. you will fuck me until i’m satisfied, and no cumming until i say so, you understand?” 

“yes, miss,” he huffs, eager to please you. at your nod of approval, he enters you, whimpering as your walls wrap tightly around him. “oh my god, miss,” he lets out a whimper, shaking at how good he felt. “fuck, you’re so warm.” 

the grin on your face widens, fully taking in how gorgeous your best friend looks. he was flushed, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. his hair was tussled messily, framing his gorgeous face. 

“may i move, miss?” his desperate whine snaps you out of your daze. 

“yes baby, you– ah, fuck!” vernon doesn’t even let you finish before he begins pounding into you mercilessly. you grip the sheets, wrapping your legs around his waist. the way his cock hit all the right spots made you moan, hands moving to his shoulder as your nails dug into his skin. 

his cock rammed into you relentlessly, making you arch your back, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes at how good it felt. the sound of your skin slapping filled the room, along with his desperate whines and your breathy moans. pleasure was an understatement for how good you felt. 

you yank at the leash, making vernon moan. his eyes were wide and glossy, begging for your touch. “you want me to touch you, baby?” you pant, fingers ghosting over his chest as he nodded. “good boy,” you smile and began to toy with his nipples, making him whine even louder, thrusting into you faster. 

“miss, miss, please, i’m going to cum,” he cries, tears rolling down his cheeks. “can i cum, please? i’ve been a good boy for you, so please let me cum,” he begged, lips plump and red. 

“no,” you say firmly, pulling his leash tighter. “you’re gonna make me cum before you can,” you instruct as he whined, but quickly obeyed. 

his hand moved down, fingers circling your clit as he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth. you moan in his ear, whispering sweet praises into his ears. his pace increased, his desperation evident as he chased his own orgasm while trying to please you. 

the familiar coil in your stomach made you moan. “fuck, noonie, i’m going to cum,” you sigh in pleasure. 

as you think vernon can’t possibly go even faster, his hips begin snapping into you at an inhumane pace that made you gasp. “yes, miss! please cum for me,” he moans. “please let me in cum in you! please, please, please, i’ve been so good– i’ve been your good boy,” he begs, staring at you with his beautiful eyes.  

the tears that roll down his eyes turn you on even more and you shudder. “okay baby, you can cum inside me. you wanna breed me, yeah? fill me full of your cum until it drips out of me?” you ask as he groans, shaking at the thought. 

“yes, yes, miss. wanna show all those men that i’m yours. wanna fuck you full of my seed, please,” he cries out, holding onto you tightly. 

the knot in your stomach continues to build and you know you’re getting close. your nails dig down his back, your grip on his leash tightening. “fuck, noonie, i’m cumming,” you pant out, trying to match his thrust to chase your high. “fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” 

as soon as your walls tighten around his big, warm cock, vernon loses it. he lets out a loud groan as his seed spills into you. the sound of your moans echoed, as you rid your orgasm out, basking in the afterglow. 

“god, 'non, that was…” you pant, trying your best to catch your breath. vernon continued to stare at your chest, enticed by the way your boobs moved. “pervert,” you smack his ass, earning a help from him. “we need to clean up.” 

vernon nods, slowly sliding out of you, eyes trained at the entrance of your pussy. he loved the way his cum spilled out of you, painting your pussy white.

“'non?” you call out as he snaps out of his daze. god, your body looked gorgeous in the moonlight. “if you don’t come, you won’t be able to fuck me against the bathroom walls,” you say with a sly grin.

you love how vernon’s cock twitches at your words. smiling, you wink at him before turning around, swaying your hips as you walked away.

vernon giggled to himself. god, he really was just a nasty fucking dog for you.

[yawnderu]

misogyny, incel!König, anal sex, pussy slapping, slut shaming. MDNI

Incel!Roommate!König is so nasty and mean :( he knows you're nothing but a slut just like your friends, having to live with hearing you getting fucked by other men. It doesn't matter if it's not often or if it's always with the same guy, you're still giving it up to someone you're not dating and that's enough to make you a whore in his eyes :(

He refuses to fuck your pussy, calling you a filthy girl while his cock is plunging deep into your tight ass. Your cunt is too used up and loose for him, don't dare tell him that's not how anatomy works!! he's a much smarter and stronger man, he obviously knows better than you :((

Incel!Roommate!König has no mercy as he fucks into your ass, pulling out only to slap your cunt until it's raw and sensitive. It's the punishment you get for giving it up to other men :(( if you want to be a whore, he has no problem treating you like one.

Maybe he'll even call his friends from the military and get them to come use you like the filthy little mutt you are, making your body count even higher than it already is and leaving you with a cum-filled, loose cunt <3

[ladydiaries]

can i request valentino x bimbo reader🤭🤭 do whatever you want with that thank you

Bimbo! Doll .ᐟ—જ⁀➴ ˚ ༘

CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, sub reader, pet play, gun play, oral fixation, overstimulation, choking, size difference, Valentino is his own warning. NSFW under the cut!

SUMMARY; Valentino spoiling and reprimanding his sweet bimbo reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; congrats on being my first request ily anon *🫶 no specified gender was made so I will make this as GN! as possible.

Valentino is far from a soft lover, he's nasty and mean but he cannot help but spoil his favourite star, you. Such a good starlet for him, taking men and women like it's nothing. He prizes you for your naivety, innocence. Which is a gem in a disgusting place such as hell. Wishing nothing but to corrupt your brain and every orifice on your plush body.

Valentino who gives you, and only you, water and snacks after sets. Valentino who buys you every little gem and pricey shelf you desire. Valentino who argues with employees when a store claims they don't have something in your “size”.

And the best part is that you're too dumb to know that it's all part of a bigger puzzle. Spoiling you rotten to encourage your obedience, codependency. You don't even realise he's the one feeding you, brushing your teeth in the mornings and detangling your hair for his and only his benefit. Perhaps ignorance is bliss.

Blissful as he drags you by your love handles down onto his cock. Putting his cigarette out on your lower back, set of arms keeping your hips where he wants them. Listening to the sweet sound of initial yelp and your pained whimpers before hunching over you. Sharp teeth against your earlobe as he whispers nasty things, accent running thick with desire. Running his mouth with all sorts of sweet pet names.

“Fuck yourself back onto me, Conejito. Let me feel your passion, how much do you want me? Show me."

His tip dragging against your walls with sweet vigour. Breath shaky, antennae twitching, and wings, wings unfurling. Velvety wings. Focused on ruining you until you can't breathe, until you fail to make coherent sentences. The familiar red smoke lingering heavy in the air, making you dizzy.

Imagine sitting at his feet like a good mutt. You look so pretty under him, so small. Pink blinged collar (he decorated it himself) snugly around your neck. His long fingers pressed against the trigger of his signature gun, his most gorgeous gun, for you of course. Working the thick barrel into your leaking mouth. Choking and sputtering. Drooling like an animal, almost as wet as your cunt. He tsks "Making a mess all over my carpet, puta de mierda, you're better then this." he purrs. Tip of his heeled shoes nestling in between your thighs. (he will make you clean it up later)

Cannot end this without thinking of his pretty wings. I believe you'd be one of few people he would let into the embrace of them. Possessive. Letting you sit pretty on his lap once you're done working, wings embracing you as his chin sits neatly against your shoulder. Gaze stuck onto the other actors as he still had a long night ahead of him. Nothing serious as long as he had his angel by his side.

[baby-tini]

"Hands up for abusive! Kanto Mikey part 2"

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"🙋🏼‍♀️"

"🙋🏻‍♂️" "🙋🏼‍♂️" "🙋🏿‍♂️" "🙋🏻‍♂️" "🙋🏼‍♂️" "🙋🏿‍♂️"

everyone wants mikey ong

ong I've never agreed more.

TW- Physical abuse disguised as discipline, verbal abuse, Mikey is insane, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, stockholm syndrome, victim blaming

You did it again, once again you were fucking talking to other men. Smiling and laughing in their face as Mikey watched, his pupils narrowed and slit, almost cat-like as he felt his jaw tense and hands form into fists. How many times has he told you now, too stay away from other men, what did he need too do too really make it stick in that tiny little brain of yours? Did he need too beat you harder? Keep you locked away like a caged bird? Keep you in a kennel like a disobedient dog? Because that's how you were acting, like a disobedient little mutt, if he needed too keep you chained at his feet, he would've already done it. If that's what it takes for you too behave, he truly doesn't mind.

So, he really doesn't understand why you're surprised when he rips you out of your seat by your hair, and then proceeds too drag you towards an empty conference room. Pushing your body over the circular table, while pressing down on the upper part of your back, causing your chest too squish against the hard wood. The feeling is uncomfortable and painful as the table digs into your stomach, the rough action of him pushing you on to it has you the wind knocking from your lungs as you groan in pain, unable too take a mouthful of air as he shoves your face into the hard table, his chest pressed into your back. Leaning down he growls in your ear, his words harsh as he fists at you hair. Your breaths shallow as you attempt too, again, take in at least a little bit of air.

"What the fuck have I told you about talking to other men, huh? You don't fucking listen, is there only air in that empty little head of yours? There must fuckin' be 'cause you don't listen, you don't fuckin' listen, stupid fucking bitch." He angry- no, pissed at you. His chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as he smacks the back of your hand, his hand heavy as you feel tears already starting too cling to your lashes, biting at your lip too keep in the pitiful sobs that try their best too claw at your throat, like bile rising from your stomach that you desperately try too hold back. As soon as his ears catch onto your little sniffles, he yaks your head back, almost giving you whiplash. The hand still fisted in your hair starts too shake your head like a rag-doll.

"I know you're not fucking crying, I know that's what I'm not fucking hearing, isn't that right? You're not fucking crying right, right?" He's in your face, his breath ticking your baby hairs as his face sits so close, you feel his teeth on your cheek. You vigorously shake your head 'no', the little 'no sir's' freeing themselves from your throat as you hiccup, biting the inside of your cheek as you swallow, finally able too suck in a couple breaths, albeit shaky, you could breathe much better now, your face no longer buried in the hard-wood of the table. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, the representation of midnight onyx, so empty, soulless even. He hums out a 'thought so' as he backs away from your face, his hand still tightly tangled in your hair.

It's quick, the way he yanked down your pants and panties was so quick you didn't even notice at first, not until you felt the cool air brush against your folds. It was a quiet gasp that made it's appearance on your lips that grabbed at his attention. The hand in your hair moved towards your lower back, too hold you down against the solid table. Then a heavy slap cracking against your ass followed very shortly after that. Already leaving an unpleasant stinging sensation followed by a quickly appearing nasty red hand print- his hand print. A scream tore itself from your vocal cords as you as your body jerked itself to the side, putting all the pressure and weight on your right leg, attempting too ease the sting on your left ass cheek. He didn't let you stay that way for long though, as he used the hand that wasn't holding you down, too adjust you too stand on both of your legs, pressing your bare ass back against him, the hard cock in his pants very noticeable from your position. Proceeding too lay a couple more heavy slaps on each of your ass cheeks, your back and ass arching downwards as you cry out.

"You're really pissing me off, do you like pushing my buttons, huh? 'Cause with the way you've consistently been acting? I think you do. Now, keep still and take it before I really give you something too cry about, yeah?" You nod your in multitudes as you sniffle and let out a stuttered exhale. He huffs before moving back laying another heavy slap, this time on the back of your left thigh, the skin jiggling as he pulls his hand back. You keep your lips tightly sealed as you let out a muffled whine, your tongue digging into your cheek as you try too take a deep breath, but before you can even think about it, there's already another slap landing on your other thigh. The harsh sound of skin cracking against skin as your stomach sucks in on itself and your body is thrown forward by the force.

"Don't fuckin' move. How. Many times, do I have too fucking tell you, too. Keep. Fucking. Still. I hate repeating myself, I really really do, but you just.. keep moving, it's only gonna get worse for you, you know that right?... answer me!!!" You stutter out broken apologies, pleading with him, trying too tell him, just how sorry you are, but he doesn't listen, he never was. The session of... discipline goes on for awhile, as he continues too harshly swat at your ass. The pain has your knees buckling as you try and stay still for him, not wanting too piss him off even more then he already is. The hits, thankfully don't get too much harder and you're able too bite your lip through the pain. The swatting does fortunately come to an end soon after that, not soon enough but thankfully a lot quicker then you first thought it would. By the end of it, your eyes are leaking tears and your lip is bleeding with how hard you were biting down on it. He pulls your panties back up, admiring the bruises on your ass, the ones he left before he pulls your pants back up before pulling your head back so he can stare you down.

"Maybe I should make a habit out of spanking your ass, huh baby? Pull you into this room and bend you over this table as I bruise your pretty little ass again and again... maybe then you'll listen." He mockingly tilts his head in question with a nod of understanding and repeated, 'yes sir's', because you know Manjiro Sano doesn't make empty threats or promises, never has, never will. With a hum of, 'good girl,' he leads you out of the conference room. Burying your face into his chest, he runs his hands through your hair as he kisses the top of your head. Opening the door to your shared bedroom, he lays you down in the bed, on your stomach. The soft satin feeling refreshing against your skin as you nuzzle into the fresh-smelling sheets. He hums as he squats down, his hand running through your hair before wiping at your sticky cheeks. Humming softly before standing up, he places a soft kiss against your lips.

"Please listen to me baby, I hate seeing you cry... it hurts me more then it hurts you angel. I love when you're a good girl for me, you're so sweet and affectionate like that... and I miss my sweet girl, you know I'd never do anything like this if I didn't love you, right?" You nod, your eyes slowly closing as your cheek rubs against the soft pillow, he smiles, nodding at you. With the whisper of a, "Goodnight princess," he's out the door before your eyes close, allowing you too slip away into a peaceful dreamworld, one with Mikey, always with Mikey, he always treats you so well, always takes the best care of you. You know he only does what he knows is best for you, don't you?

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men Being Mean During Sex (Pt. 2)

Requested: Yes! [Your COD boys being mean during sex post broke my brain and I haven’t stopped thinking about it all week lol. Could you write mean sex for some of the other characters? Or maybe some cnc with the 141 characters?]

Warnings: Talk of sharing a partner, kinda suffocation, talk of exhibitionism, mentions of sex in public, sex in someone else’s bed, jealousy, smacking, spitting in someone else’s mouth, probably very horrifically wrong Korean

Gaz

Gaz didn’t really mean to take his frustration out on you. But he just sort of….did. His hands bruising your forearms as he keeps them pinned above your head, your own underwear stuffed into your mouth to keep you from talking back as he plowed into you, so rough that it felt like he was trying to destroy your insides. “Fucking slut.” He mutters through clenched teeth, his cock twitching inside you. “So fucking easy. I’m treating you like this and you enjoy it this much. Bet you’d like it if I let the rest of the 141 do this to you. Nasty whore.”

Price

Price’s thrusts were fast and sharp, the cruelty of them reflecting his anger at you for disobeying his orders earlier that day. His hand on the back of your neck keeping your face planted into a pillow, halfway suffocating you. “I hope this teaches you some sort of lesson.” He grunts, ignoring the way you wiggle frantically beneath him. “When I say something, you do it. If I tell you to get on all fours and bark like a mutt in front of the others, you do it without question. If I tell you to suck my cock while I give orders to the others, you do it. Without. Question. If I tell you to strip, lay on the meeting room table, and let the others fuck you then you. fucking. do. it. Are we fucking clear?” He snarls, only slightly calmed by your frantic nodding. “Good. Glad we understand each other than.”

Rudy

Rudy was being too rough with you all throughout the day, fucking you against walls, in dark corners, in the training room, like you had commited an unforgivable sin, some heinous crime that needed atonement. And apparently to him, you had. “Did you like it when Alejandro touched you like that?” He hissed as he gripped the sheets on the bunker bed (not his or yours, but Alejandro’s), referring to the event that had apparently riled him up this badly in the first place. A simple affection from the colonel, a pat on the shoulder and then a warm hug after a job well done. But you were sure what really got Rudy going was the peck to your check Alejandro had given you, a playful taunt thrown Rudy’s way, but you were receiving all the backlash. You just hoped that Alejandro wouldn’t punish you both for his now ruined bed.

Horangi

“*지금 도망칠 곳이 없습니다, 디어.” Horangi tells you as he tackles you to the forest floor, hands already ripping your clothes from you, smacking at your thighs and ass harshly when you squirm in discomfort from all the rocks and twigs digging into your back. “Stop moving. You’ll only make this hard for yourself.” He says, gripping your chin and using it to pry your mouth open so he could spit in it, covering it with his palm afterwards so you wouldn’t have the opportunity to spit it back out. “That’s it.” He purrs when you swallow, not unlike his namesake. “*좋은 작은 사슴.”

*지금 도망칠 곳이 없습니다, 디어. = Nowhere to run now, Deer

*좋은 작은 사슴. = Good Little Deer

[prettyboykatsuki]

after hours | jing yuan.

✮ tags ; this reads fucked up but everything is consensual !!, petplay but its fucked up, muzzles / leashes, masc + afab!reader petnames (mutt, stupid pretty boy), reader is described vaugely as scarred / muscular but it's part of their job, vibrators, humiliation / mild degradation (he is a bit demeaning) assassin/special forces reader, general jing yuan, imbalanced power dynamics, they are LOVERS.

✮ wc ; 2.1k (sorry)

✮ a/n ; i am still on writing hiatus i promise i just. i promise i am. i think this is the most psychologically revealing thing ive written since april.

✮ synopsis ; general jing yuan likes his pets well trained.

General Jing Yuan has few rules for his sub-ordinates, but he is only especially strict on one.

If, by chance, there is reason for them to be boarded in the same quarters - do not disturb him after hours.

Jing Yuan is a wise man, and a good leader. He leads with care. He does not focus too heavily on the strictness of military - though he thinks it's a good thing for young men to have that sort of structure. Especially if they are without cause. Like love or family.

Men without reason or purpose go on to cause havoc across the known world. It is whims of evil, lacking true virtue that Jing Yuan finds most intolerable to deal with. Even so, while structure and order is necessary to wield power, he is not especially keen on enforcing it too greatly.

A soldiers life is dictated by his willingness to live despite the odds, if only to fight to the end. To end up under his leadership thus, is proof enough of their trustworthiness.

When the one rule he is strict on is broken - he can only assume the state of emergency.

He looks at you, chained and muzzled, near growling. Noisy thing you are. He wraps the chain around your neck with a deep, cumbersome sigh. Pulling you up to him, he whispers against your cheek with a huff of mild annoyance.

"Wait here, boy."

He slides the door behind him and opens another one. A young cloud-knight, bright-eyed and fearsome - bows his head in respect. His commanding officers must've sent him to teach him a lesson.

"General Jing Yuan," Jing Yuan is impressed he hasn't stuttered.

"At ease. I suspect there's been some emergency since you've come to my chambers at the hours I strictly forbid," He says, arms crossed over bare chest.

"Yes, General. Th-there's been an issue with the interference mission. We c-can't get in touch with the commander of the operation and the signal has been cut completely."

Jing Yuan rubs his chin with thumb and forefinger.

"If they've been infiltrated, it's on our best action to wait. Focus on re-establishing the signal by any means. If more than 48 hours pass, we'll send reinforcements then."

"Yes, General. Order received."

Jing Yuan nods, waving a hand.

"'Be on your way. And do not disturb me again until morning."

The solider returns on his wave, and Jing Yuan shuts the door with another sigh before returning to his bedroom.

Truly, he doesn't like being disturbed at times like this. Enacting justice and punishment is a task that requires attention.

He is, most pleased by the sight in front him. You're bent over on his floor, waiting impatiently. The heavy chain of a leash coiled around your throat, face pushed into the soft fabrics laid out underneath you - an act of forgiveness. What kind of Master would he be to lay you out on the marble? On your knees and elbows, a pillow under you and something pushed soft against your clit.

Jing Yuan returns to the seat he had placed in front of you. It's hard these days, for him to find this kind of excitement.

Yes, it is most pleasing to see you like this. A dog, an animal of war - chained up at his feet with a nasty anger tucked between your maw. You are fine to look at. Scars and muscle, fingers bruised from being broken over and over.

You never quite learn how to behave yourself. A man without reason, a being with so much pride it overflows. He reaches his hand to your hair and gathers it, enough to tug you up.

He grins at the sight. Tear-stained and so wounded with desire you can't stand to your feet, a pathetic quality to you that makes Jing Yuan want to dote on you. You glare at him and the gesture does little to soften his want.

Jing Yuan is thankful at times, that his relationship to you is unofficial. That you are his mercenary, his spear - and not his subordinate. He has no desire to treat you fairly.

"I haven't been gone long," He muses, hand tightening if only to see you flinch "And I see you in this state. What happened to your fortitude?"

With this, Jing Yuan joins you on the ground. He sits with his legs cross and maneuvers you, swift as he positions you over his lap. You are naked and drooling and so angry, so tied up in your emotion that you can only glare.

Jing Yuan's desire to treat you affectionately, it born from a greater desire to discipline.

To an untrained eye, it may not be easy to recognize. But you, who always carries death and always tastes of iron, must be disciplined in ways that are unordinary. Jing Yuan must show you shame. Dominance through the plagues of embarrassment.

If Jing Yuan were a fool, he would fight you. You are a formidable opponent even for him.

But he is the wise, and knowing. This is an eaiser way to get you to act in accordance to his wishes.

"What's become of you?" He teases and you gasp. He taps the machine attached to your clit, making you collapse over his shoulder "This much sensation and you're drooling."

You are younger than Jing Yuan. Most people are. Still, he cannot treat you to accordance of this fact - not when you whine through your throat. The anger is dissipating slowly in you. You show relief when he turns it off, tossing the little bullet to one side.

He replaces it with his hands - his fingers rub softly. Your nerves are overstimulated, nails digging into his shoulder. You stare at him hard, iron of the muzzle gone hot as you push against his mouth. You want to bite, of course you do. But you can't.

"If you behaved better I would've let you do as you please," He hums, middle finger rubbing through your folds - so wet it drips. Calm, loving - but disciplinary all the same. You are so aroused it is almost shameful "Let you stake your claim on your general as you pleased. As your superior, it is my job to reward you."

"Yet you've killed our important informant, and it is also my job to punish you accordingly," He says, amused. He isn't as careful as he should be, sticks his fingers far into your cunt. It welcomes him so readily. He grins to himself, just a little "And so this too, is for your own good."

You shake above him, still angry. Less so. Jing Yuan gives you a look.

"Do you understand me?"

"Am I permitted to speak, you bastard?" You spit, though the words don't carry the same weight when they are spoken breathlessly.

"You've done well not to thus far," He says, easier this time - curling his fingers and pushing against the squishy, spongy part inside of you that leaves you trembling under his touch "I've asked you a question."

"And why should I have to answer to that?"

"Because, sword of mine," He says, thrusting his fingers hard enough that you bend. The pleasure washes over you, and you're so unlike yourself you nearly break. "I'm more than willing to leave you in this sorry state."

You give him a challenging look, an angry you wouldn't dare. Jing Yuan returns it with one of amusement, a lazy smile as if to answer are you willing to take the risk?

The truth, unbeknownst to you, is merely that he wouldn't. He would have to restrain himself in order to punish you thoroughly. You are a follower of instinct and sensation, so Jing Yuan can foresee your answer.

"I understand, you annoying prick."

Jing Yuan stares at you. You freeze then grit your teeth.

"I understand, General."

"Your hands are free," Jing Yuan whispers as he leaves you, caressing your cheek with his thumb, over a raised white scar "Use them."

Jing Yuan watches with utter delight as you undo his robe. How your hands come up to undo the comfortable confines. To tug at his boxers and free his cock. How your hands - hands that have committed violence so unspeakable, tremble like a flower in the breeze trying to touch him. You wrap your palm around his shaft unsteadily. Jing Yuan puts his hand ontop of yours. Intimate, full to the brim with excitement.

"Are you just going to touch it?"

You flush up to your ears. Jing Yuan leans close.

"A mutt like you should know very well how to sit,"

You glare but it urges you forward. Jing Yuan watches, half lust and half amusement as you lean forward slightly and line himself up with your entrance. You hiss as Jing Yuan feels the head of his cock push through and forward. Hot and warm, so slippery it feels like you're trying to push him out. He grabs you by the hip and slams you down hard, bottoming out.

You curse under your breath but it's not much more than noise to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan wants to be unfair to you, so he holds you up and fucks you without mercy. There's only a brief pause, where he pulls out only to push all the way back in.

He keeps you in place just like that, and watches your expressions change over and over again. From irritated, to wanting, to almost lecherous with desire. A sense of adrenaline that leaves Jing Yuan's whole body feeling so alive, electricity running through his nerves. He loves seeing you like this - seeing his hardened right-hand turn into a stupid, drooling pretty boy. It elates him to see you like that, see your pussy fucked all the way open on his cock.

It makes him visceral and cruel, makes him want to fuck you so hard his thighs imprint on your ass.

So he fucks you, hard and fast - cock splitting you open and touching you so deep you can't even fix your mouth to bit him. There's drool coming through the metal grates, dripping on his chest and your eyes look like they're practically rolled back.

"Such a bad temper," Jing Yuan hisses, teeth sticking into your neck "Yet you get so wet," Thrust "And so pliable," Thrust "Like you're begging for me to be inside."

"Fuck," You curse, and you hold your breath "F-fuck, touch me, I'm gonna,"

Jing Yuan decides to heed your request, putting his hand between your bodies - rubbing your clit fast and hard. It's almost instant, the effect it has on you, how quickly you start to shake above him. He can feel your walls tighten around him, silken and slick. Begging for him, aren't you? Just begging to be fucked so full so you can let yourself go.

Of course Jing Yuan intends to give you just that. With ease and lust so bone deep, he lays you flat on your back before bringing his hands under your knees. He presses his full weight unto you.

"You're—oh, why're you—you're so deep."

"Yes, that's it," He says, and he can't keep himself together like he would like "This is will help won't it. Be a good mutt, and heel. Take it all,"

It doesn't take much more for Jing Yuan to push you over the edge. You're a sight for sore eyes like that, broken and fucking yourself back onto him. It's magnificent. Jing Yuan could never, ever get tired of looking at you fall apart so wholly. The praise falls out of his lips smoothly as you pulse around him over and over and over.

"That's it. This is what you needed isn't it?"

You spasm, squeeze so hard on Jing Yuans cock he can't help but bottom out. He cums like that, deep inside and fucks you through it. It leaves a mess of white in a ring around him when he does manage to pull himself out.

He rests his cock through puffy folds as he reaches around the back of your head - undoing the muzzle and letting you free. He rubs carefully at the indented skin before kissing you gingerly.

You blink at him through your lashes, running your fingers through soft grey hairs. Your voice is hoarse.

"You're a bastard, General."

"You seem upset, my dear."

"Don't call me that right now," You rasp, throat thick. You kiss him again anyways, and Jing Yuan laughs.

"Learn to control yourself," Jing Yuan reprimands, pushing his lips against your jaw "And I won't have any reason to upset you."

"I'm not promising you anything."

"Then stay by my side," Jing Yuan offers instead "I'll continue to punish you accordingly."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire vs Werewolf Forced Fight for Human Entertainment part 1

Warnings: violence, blood, pain, forced fight, fantasy whump

Poor Felix, an innocent young vampire gets caught by some nasty humans who needed a new monster for their blood sports, dragging him into a world of cage fighting amd violence... Whatever will happen to him? 👉👈

The last thing Felix remembered was going for a nightly stroll down the street, before he'd been ambushed by hunters. He didn't have much fight experience, and was rather young for a vampire, so he was easily taken down and pinned by several strong humans. He thought he'd be killed on the spot, and when a tranquilizer dart hit his shoulder, he never expected to wake again.

But he did. He awoke cuffed and restrained being hauled through a thick crowd of people. He started struggling hard, trying to twist and wrench free from the iron grasp of the hand on his arm.

"Mff!" He tried to scream for help before realizing there was a cloth gag in his mouth, muffling his cries.

"Shut up, freak," a harsh voice barked, and Felix instantly stopped fighting. "You're going to be the center of attention today. We lost our best fighter last minute from a medical emergency, so you're the replacement. Lucky us."

Felix's stomach churned with dread as chaos roared all around, excited conversations and cheering coming from the crowd he was being dragged through. But the worst part of the ruckus had to be the shrieking. Something was in excruciating pain. And the crowd seemed even more excited by it, growing ever louder.

"Round three winner is... Diego!" The crowd roared.

What was happening? Felix had barely gotten his bearings when he found himself being hauled up to his feet and shoved forward, the gag ripped out of his mouth. "What's going on? What are you doing to me?!" He shouted, his voice pitched high with fear. It was the first thing that tumbled out of his mouth.

"You're in the underground fighting rink," a man laughed cruelly, uncuffing his hands. "We catch monsters like you and pit them against each other. Good luck!"

"Wait--what--?" Felix tripped and fell clumsily forward after a rough shove from behind, finding himself in an arena completely caged in by thick chain-link fencing. He gaped with wide eyes to see the hundreds of people surrounding the fence, all watching him with bloodthirsty, eager expressions.

"No--T-There has to be some mistake! I'm just a kid from town! Not a monster!" He pleaded.

"Nah, we all know you're not human," another man sneered. "You're not fooling anyone, bloodsucker." He and his friends laughed at the shock on Felix's face. How did they know his secret?!

Felix didn't have time to ask as his attention was snatched by the sound of scraping metal coming from the opposite side of the arena, where he saw a group of men working to slide a large metal cage to the door. The cage was made of thick metal sheets, so Felix couldn't see what it was holding, but he could tell that something alive was in it, judging by the growling and snapping of teeth.

One guard jabbed an electric baton into one of the cage's breathing holes, and a bellow of agony split the air. "Behave, you useless mutt!" He barked angrily. The others worked to open the arena and push the entrance of the cage up flush against it with no room for escape... before sliding the metal door of it up and out of the way.

Adrenaline flooded all of Felix's senses as he watched something truly massive and covered in white fur come staggering out, towering at least eight feet tall and wearing a large muzzle. It almost looked like a wolf, with a long snout and tail, but it stood on two hind legs like a human. Its limbs were lengthy and muscular, its hind legs shaped more like a wolf, but with arms that were slightly more human-like.

Werewolf. The frightening word rang in Felix's head. He'd read about werewolves in kids books, but seeing one in real life was bloody terrifying, all fur and teeth and claws... and muscle. The kind of strength of an apex predator nature designed for ripping things apart.

"You--You can't expect me to fight that thing!" He cried and banged on the door he'd been shoved through. "Please, let me out! That thing will kill me!"

"That's the point, freak. One lives, one dies. Bets are already placed, and unsurprisingly they're not in your favor," a burly man laughed cruelly from the outside of the cage, and the vampire sprung back as a buzzing electric baton was pushed through the chain link, jabbing at him. "Get back over there and give us a show!" The man prodded.

Felix jumped out of his skin as a loud speaker crackled.

"Gooooood evening, folks! For our next fight we have werewolf against vampire, another classic fight like many we've hosted before! Vampires are known to have the winning streak, but we found a fresh bloodsucker tonight and paired it with a beast who's already seen its fair share of violence. How fun!" A bell rang. "Let the fight begin!"

Felix's blood went cold as his eyes darted to the hulking beast of a wolf on the other side of the cage, watching in horror as the muzzle beeped and fell off, revealing razor-sharp teeth and powerful jaws. The monster was set loose.

Felix was frozen to the spot, paralyzed with fear as the enemy charged and slammed into him, driving every ounce of breath from his lungs as all five hundred pounds of muscle crushed him into the chainlink wall of the arena.

He choked and wheezed as he tried to suck in air, before sharp claws sliced through his side, tearing a strangled shriek from him. It was enough to snap him out of the trance. He dropped to the floor and rolled, narrowly avoiding the blow as the wolf took another vicious swipe at him with its giant forepaws.

He immediately lurched to his feet and ran to the other side of the arena, pressing himself against the furthest wall away from his opponent, trembling so hard he could barely stay standing as he wrapped an arm protectively around his injured midsection.

"Aww, don't be a chicken, vamp!" The announcer's mocking voice sounded.

The werewolf swiveled around with a snarl, ears pinned back and lip curled.

Oh man. I am dead. I am SO dead. Felix squealed and dodged as the werewolf charged him again, barely scrambling out of the way in time while the human crowd cheered and jeered at him. He just focused on staying as far away from those dangerous claws as possible

In his mind he knew he wasn't getting out of here alive unless he fought for his life. He was pretty sure he would lose, but he had to at least try.

Felix darted in at an opening and punched the werewolf in the side, making it roar in pain as a rib or two cracked. But the beast whirled around impossibly fast before he could get away and clobbered him on the side of the head in retaliation, sending him flying with an agonized scream. He hit the ground hard, jarring every joint in his body, and let out a ragged wail as sharp claws scooped him up a second later and tossed him to the other side of the arena. Like a plaything. A predator toying with prey.

Felix moaned as he dragged himself back to his feet, shaking all over, absolutely terrified. His eyes were wide with fear as he forced himself to rush toward the monstrous werewolf, diving to the floor and aiming for its hind leg. He grabbed it and sank his vampire fangs in as hard as he could, holding on for dear life.

The werewolf yelped, and brutally kicked him off, and Felix's head exploded with pain as his teeth ripped away from warm flesh. He spat out a mouthful of white fur and blood when he landed, before lurching to his wobbly feet to try again. He feigned a dash to the right before going left, hoping the beast would take the bait, but the werewolf was there to block him, snapping its powerful jaws down on his forearm and shaking its giant head, tossing him around as though he weighed no more than a leaf.

Felix shrieked in pain as the teeth latched on, but a tiny part of him felt like it should still hurt more if the bite was at full-force. Maybe adrenaline was numbing it. Or maybe the monster was intentionally drawing out the fight for the crowd. It felt like his arm might be ripped off his body at any second from the strain.

The wolf finally threw him to the ground, and he rolled onto his back, ready to spring up, when a huge front paw hit his chest and roughly pinned him down on the floor.

"NO! I don't want to die!" Felix cried, hyperventilating as he helplessly struggled beneath the heavy weight crushing him. Scared tears slid down his cheeks as he whimpered and groaned.

The werewolf's head leaned down, close enough that hot, rancid breath gusted over Felix's face, bared teeth inches away from his nose, and he screwed his eyes shut, waiting for the final blow.

"Play dead."

Felix's eyes flew open in shock as a gravelly female voice rumbled, barely coherent in a scratchy growl.

He stared up into blue lupine eyes, which were dilated with adrenaline -- but he also saw a flicker of... sympathy? Pity? The werewolf's face was twisted with aggression, but its eyes were softer, desperate and urgent.

"Play dead and I won't have to kill you. Faint." The voice spoke again, almost too warped to understand. Mercy. He was being offered mercy.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" The crowd was chanting, riled up by the hesitation. All eager for blood and death.

Felix couldn't believe what was happening, his mind reeling. But some part of him distantly registered what the she-wolf was saying, and he closed his eyes, going totally limp and lifeless. Putting his life and trust in the enemy.

"Stay down." The weight on his chest lifted, but he didn't dare crack his eyes open for fear of ruining the illusion.

"Out already?" The speaker crackled. "Looks like we got another fainter on our hands. Disappointing." The human crowd groaned and booed in annoyance, some shouting angry curses.

Felix's sensitive ears picked up on the sound of the arena doors scraping opening, footsteps approaching. He almost flinched when his hands were grabbed and metal cuffs were clamped on, but he kept himself limp. He was being dragged away... but to where? He tried to piece together his surroundings with his ears alone, hearing his captor's voices arguing.

His whole body ached with excruciating pain, but he eventually felt himself being tossed carelessly on the ground, before a door slammed shut. He was left hopelessly alone, wounds singing with agony.

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Masterlist

Masterlist #2

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump @otterfrost @sausages-things

[canecorset]

whitelist

Scream, The Witches, Hocus Pocus, Beetlejuice, It, Corpse Bride, Coraline, Gremlins, Goosebumps, Breaking Bad, Fallout, Air Buddies Spinoffs, Pup Star Movies + Puppy Star Christmas, Men In Black, Ghostbusters, Venom, Jumanji, Paddington, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore, Vampire Dog, Supernatural, Zootopia, Any Monster High Media except the newer ones, Yo-Kai Watch, Back To The Future, Rick and Morty, Powerpuff Girls, The Matrix, Fight Club, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, The Ring, The Shining, Good Omens, Needy Steamer Overload, Sucker For Love, Class of '09, Any Chilla's Art game, Any Puppet Combo game, Genshin Impact ( i will give any natlan or sumeru character their melanin back ), Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Pokémon, Kirby, Any Legend of Zelda game, Animal Crossing, Doki Doki Literature Club, Five Nights at Freddy's, Tuck Everlasting, The Outsiders, Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit, Pirates of the Caribbean, Doctor Who, MCU, DCU, My Little Pony, Frankenweenie, The Nightmare before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Alice in Wonderland, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, The Grinch, Phantom of the Opera, Disney ( i do not support the company, it is merely ingrained in my childhood and i enjoy the whimsical stories of old school Disney ), Smile, The Mandela Catalogue, Possibly in Michigan, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hannibal, Vtubers ( no nijisanji ), OCs ( must provide artwork, if it was drawn by someone else, tell me who ), Demon Slayer, Jujustu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Sailor Moon, Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Reverse: 1999, Resident Evil, The Last Of Us, Call of Duty, Red Dead Redemption, God of War, Devil May Cry, Detroit: Become Human, Doom, Madoka Magica, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Nier: Automata, Spy x Family, Darling in the Franxx, Panty & Stocking, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Overlord, Wuthering Waves, Dark Souls, Halo, Fundamental Paper Education, Final Fantasy, Vocaloid, A Land Mine Vampire's Overbearing Love, I Wanted to be Hurt by Love, Zom 100, The Case Study of Vanitas, Sanrio, Cherry Crush, Danganrompa, Mean Girls, The Walten Files, If It's Not On This List Or Blacklist, Ask First!

blacklist

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, Boyfriends Webtoon, Dori ( genshin ), Makima and Himeno ( chainsaw man ), Homestuck, South Park, Mori ( bungo stray dogs ), Anything Pedophilic, Incestuous, Abusive, etc. Anything With Toxic or Harmful Intentions ( stalker x victim, etc. )

greylist / restricted

Any non-SFW media but if i'm able to find some content that isn't explicit, i suppose i can edit it. I won't do ship or Hu Tao related content unless we are moots.

DNI

Basic DNI, anti-mspec / "contradictory labels", radqueer, safequeer, aggressive stans, misandrists, deny transandrophobia, "irl yanderes", demonize PDs or believe in narc abuse, etc. TERFs, if you're here to start discourse, ed / sh blogs, femcels and incels, NSFW blogs, nasty people.

prioritize

Transmasc, Transsexual ( masc, male, etc. ), Sappillean, Gaybian, Boygirl, Demigirl, Black Exclusive Labels, Rabbit Hole Miku, Vampire Miku, Ghost, Fairy, Water, Dark, Fighting and Flying Type Miku, Indie Kid, Kidcore, Lovecore, Dark Academia, Weirdcore, Horror, Clowncore, Americana, Morute, Southern Gothic, Biblical Imagery, Vulture Culture, Cybercore, Scenecore, Nonhuman, Otherkin, Otherhearted, Bat Related, Bug Related, Monster Related, Loser Related, Freak Related, Mutt Related, Aro + Ace Related, Anything Cute, Aquatic or Fluffy, Mean Girls, Desaturated Colors, Occult, Cyber Y2K, Hippie / BoHo, Low Poly, Forensics Aesthetic, Feminine Masc, Austism Related, BPD or AVPD Related, 80s Aesthetics, Burlesque Aesthetics, Gender Non-Conforming, Drag, Deadpool, Wolverine, Batman, Moot Requests.

things i'll do

tumblr layouts, character pride icons, mogai flags, aesthetic carekits, dual flag + music suggestion, rentry graphics, dividers, blasian / darkskin edits upon request.

things i won't do

alt system terms, discord or twitter layouts, rentry directory graphics.

[jechristine]

The problem too is that Elon fired most of the workers that dealt with complaints of abuse so it's taking weeks or months to get abusive racist accounts banned which previously would be gone in a couple of days. We got a bunch of the nasty racists drawing Z as a monkey, a cave woman and a mutt (the worst insult for white supremacists for whom race mixing is one of the worst crimes). This is for those that that claim that Z is basically white and doesn't face any disadvantage from not being 100% white

Plus Z is also facing the attacks of black men who claim that Z doesn't want to date Black men and that Challengers is a mockery against Black manhood because she has a threesome with 2 white men

My guess is that Elon’s been trying to find a base of users for his platform, and dismantling the complaints dept is a move in service of establishing the incels, racists, sexists, and misogynoirists (is that a word?), not to mention homophobes, as that.

[skvnnypuppy]

✨Welcome 2 my blog✨

> Ray

> 22

> my prns r cuntboy faggot

> girlboy, boytoy, snuffpup & rabid mutt

> needs some1 2 tell me whts good fr me

> gettin beaten bloody wld fix me

> can u watch me while i go smoke?

× i dont tag shit, sorry

× if u wanna stab me nd then fuck th wound thatd b ok

× i 🩷 incest nd am fully convinced an older brother wld fix me

× also jsyk im a crazy person omg. dont talk 2 me unless u want a dog. bark bark. i experienced tru love nd care 1 time in my life nd im greedy fr more, i will burrow in2 ur chest i will find a way in.

× voted numbr 1 silly boy susceptible 2 manipulation tactics nd abuse

× getting collared nd leashed 2 anothr boy nd fighting him fr dominance is my numbr 2 wet dream

× my ideal men r alexander skarsgård as brad colbert in gen kill nd ramsay bolton frm asoiaf

× peer reviewed as th adult jailbait of th season

× dont get scared if u see violent nasty rapey gorey shit ok? ..... im holding yr hand....we r in this 2gether 🩷

[pinklocksoflove]

"God damn werewolves are everywhere! Bugger off ya flee-bitten mutts" Ferdel runs his sword through one of the larger wolf men, right between the ribs and through the heart. The beast howls in pain which slowly cuts off as it falls to the ground dead.

"Anyone bitten? Not like it matters since we're already dead still right nasty to treat." One of the men rips his now severed arm from the jaws of his now dead opponent.

"Anyone got any spare stitching? Lost my damn arm again!"

[dreamersdreamloud]

You Don’t Belong Here

Vampire Lena Luthor x Alpha Wolf Reader 

Lena POV 

I need to get out of here. I can’t get caught now. Especially not in these territories. The wolf territory. I was finally able to escape from my brother’s stupid goons but I can sense that he found out that I left our people’s territory. It won’t be surprising that he sent people to chase me down. Sending our own kind to these territories, knowing they might not survive the outcome. He’s not a foul for sending his best men to hunt me down. He rather sends out the younger ones for the wild chase. 

As I kept on running, I heard a creature catching up to me. Tailing me. It was hard to tell if it’s a wolf or some of Lex’s men who’s chasing me. I didn’t stop. I didn’t plan on stopping. I just need to reach the border to escape.

My freedom to a new life. 

I moved my legs faster. Faster than I have ever run in the past century. Suddenly I heard a growl and a jump from my blind side. I didn’t dodge it on time and I was flying straight into a tree. The creature landed not too far where I crashed. I quickly got up to my feet and got into a fight stance to whoever wanted me dead. 

A dark large brown wolf with orange glowing eyes just stood at least 30 feet away from me. It’s teeth were ready to bite with a stance ready to jump again. Another brown wolf but smaller side jumps in front of the big wolf. Growling to back off. I watch them carefully, communicating with one another. It escalated when the two started to growl louder and pushed each other for dominance. 

Stupid dogs, I thought to myself. I could just simply start running again and have a head start before they noticed. Not until I heard another creature coming right at us. 

A loud deep murderous growl emerges from the darkness of the thick woods. A much bigger wolf with black fur and yellow glowing eyes meant with my glistening emerald green eyes. I noticed the two brown wolves stopping fighting and bowing their heads to this mean looking wolf. 

It must be their alpha. 

The alpha howls into the air. It must be calling the other wolves. There’s no way out of this mess. My chance of being free is going to be over at this very moment. 

*in the distance* 

“She’s in deep waters now.” 

“The wolves will have a fine dinner. We should head back and tell Lex that his sister has been fed to those nasty mutts.” 

“Yeah. Let’s go before they pick up our scent.” 

*** 

Two more of the beast creatures came running. An amber and golden wolf. Both about the same size. The amber didn’t hesitate to growl at my presence while the golden one stayed quiet but tilt its head at me. The alpha slowly comes forwards to me, inches from my face. The damn beast bared its huge sharp teeth. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of feeling intimidated. I intensely stared right up into the alpha’s eyes. 

The alpha gave in a good smell of my scent and immediately gave a throaty growl. 

“It’s rude of you to invade a woman’s personal space.” I drew out my words carefully. The beast grinned and stepped forward to force me to step back. My fight instincts kicked in and I side punched the wolf with all my strength, knocking the beast to the dirt ground. If I was going to die, I would rather die fighting. 

The surrounding wolves were ready to attack once they saw their alpha take the assault. The alpha growls at them to stand down. The black furry beast shapeshifts into a human form, still on all fours. It was fascinating to see this beast transform but what caught me off guard is that their alpha is a female. A strong muscular stunning tall female. 

She stood up on her two feet and massaged her injured jaw. She gives a hand signal for the other wolves to turn into their normal form. They were very unsure but they did what they were told. First, the amber and golden wolves shapeshift. Then the small brown one and then the large brown stubborn wolf. 

“You throw a pretty good punch, Vamp.” The alpha chuckles. 

“If you’re expecting an apology, I don’t have any to give out.”  I spat out with my fangs still on full display. 

“We should just kill this one before she escapes.” The dark bald male snaps. 

Their alpha eyes him down and he quickly looks down to the ground. The dark skinned female next to him gives a disapproving look. 

“Why are you here?” The alpha questions. 

“I was just passing through.” I honestly say. 

“Passing through?! There are other routes for you to pass through! Your kind is not welcome here.” The red head with short hair snaps at me. 

I hissed at her harsh attitude. 

“Enough! Why are you really here, Vamp! Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t kill you for trespassing on my grounds.” The alpha asks again. 

Would they believe me if I tell them the truth? They could just kill me either way. I sighed. I stare into the alpha, sensing a new kind of feeling with this person. This wild creature whom I was taught to only hate for all my life. Something was telling me to tell the truth, to somewhat trust this wolf. 

“My name is Lena Luthor. I’m the vampire princess to the late Lionel and Lillian Luthor. The related sister to the current vampire king, Lex Luthor. I have escaped my own home to seek freedom. A new life. The quickest and most dangerous path to my independence was to pass through these grounds until one of your damn mutts threw me off course.” 

Everyone got tense once they heard the last name Luthor. Everyone knows who the Luthors are in this hidden world. We are the face of the vampire population. We are the longest vampire bloodline to live. Stories be told that my great great grandfather, Leon Luthor, out strength all the other Royal vampires during his time, took over the rulership of the vampire population. He gave the Luthor name a recognition of power, strength, and glory. When the rulership passed down to his son, Leviticus, he ruled exactly like his father. Then when Lionel came into power it wasn’t as harsh due to the treaties and laws my father created. But when Lex came along, the order became unbalanced and reckless. Wanted to gain more than what we have now. He declared wars with the other vampires, wolves, witches, and now humans. 

 The alpha was very interested in this discovery and gave herself a moment to think. 

“A Luthor. A vampire Luthor running through these grounds. A very good reason to kill you off.” The male’s remarks were spoken out loud. 

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” I can see that the alpha is trying to decide what to do with me. 

“You just have to trust my words. There were two other vampires chasing me down in your territory. I believe you can still pick up their scent if you want to chase them and interrogate them as well.” 

“James. Kelly. Search the grounds! If they’re still here, I want them alive.” 

The two ran off into the woods and shapeshifted back into their wolf forms. 

“Do I have your permission to leave your territory?” I asked as nicely as possible. 

“No. I still don’t believe you. You will be staying with my pack until we get answers. Plus I believe you’re a great asset in overthrowing your brother in power.” The alpha stated. 

“I just want my freedom back, you stupid mutt. I will not be stuck here to be bound to something I don’t want to be involved in!” 

The alpha snarled harshly and invaded my personal space. With her damn  height, she is hovering over me, “I’ll give you your freedom until your damn brother is removed from his high and mighty throne! He is a problem to the hidden world and to human society! Your bloodsuckers have been murdering innocent people! You are very involved in this mess because you didn’t bother to stop your own kind from taking people’s lives!” 

I see the alpha’s fist coming close to the left side of my face but nearly misses because the beast punches the wood behind me. A crack sound climbed up the thick bark and snapped the wood in half. The top half of the tree came falling down. The birds nearby flew up into the air to avoid their deaths. 

“Take this one back to the rest of our pack. I’m going to go help the others if there’s anymore bloodsuckers lurking around” 

“Yes, alpha.” The redhead and blonde replied. The alpha ran and jumped to shapeshift back into her furry self. 

The two others left behind were talking for a bit. The redhead looked really annoyed while the blonde was looking a bit unsure. The blonde comes up slowly, giving a little wave. 

“Hi um. My name is Kara and that one over there is Alex. My sister. I ask you kindly to just follow us? Back to our pack?” 

I sighed once again and just agreed. At least this golden mutt is nice. Alex turned back into a wolf and led the way. Kara also turned and just walked beside me, making sure I won’t get any bright ideas. 

[cyberrat]

63rd Batch Of Fics: 7th Fill

Hanzo/Dog; Hanzo/Cassidy – cont B51F14 – Part 1/2 – Hanzo needs only the flimsiest of reasons to become his true slut self :)

Edit: this is all fiction. don't be stupid; real life needs consent with willing, human adults that are able to give it.

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“Thaaaanks for taking care of him again! I got all his favorite toys and snacks in this bag! Just text me if you got any questions, right? But you’re already best buds so… yeah! Yeah okay, then byebye! Byebye Charlie, have fuuuun! Love you! Love you, bug!”

Tracer had been, as always, a lot when she dropped Charlie off with Hanzo, widely vacillating between cuddling and kissing her dog to shaking Hanzo’s whole arm in gratitude and ripping open the bag she brought along to pull out some toys, then put them away again…

It had been a lot, but in the end she left to go on her trip with Cole, leaving Hanzo to flop down on the couch and Charlie to move on over to put his head on his knee and let himself get pet.

He feels a lot more comfortable with the animal than the first time he unwillingly had to look after him. He remembers well being irrationally scared that Charlie might bite him. Now that he’s spent quite some… quality time with him, he knows for a fact that the big mutt is not capable of any form of violence.

Hanzo keeps peering at him from the corner of his eyes. He half expects Charlie to be… he doesn’t know… leering at him or something. Doing some kind of advances to try and make him his bitch or… something. He doesn’t, though. Instead he’s just being a normal dog, begging for pets until Hanzo gets tired of doing so and then starting to move through the flat to inspect everything all anew again.

Leaving Hanzo to sit there and stew in the revelation that he is the one wanting to fuck the dog again. He’s been there for half a day and he’s already fighting against getting a chubby, his body reminding him all too eagerly how glorious it had been every time getting dicked by a dog.

He blames Cole, of course. If it weren’t for his useless cuck of a husband he would not be in this predicament.

He just keeps working and working and working and twisting Hanzo up tighter each night. Every time he promises that tonight will be the night he won’t fall asleep with his dick out after talking Hanzo into a frenzy… and then starts snoring after all once Hanzo is good and ready, panting, fingers fucking as deep as he can get them while kneeling on the bed, ass thrust in the air, just hoping for some release-

Hanzo could get himself off, of course. He could get out one of the many toys Cole bought him and dick himself until he pumps his load out but… he doesn’t. He kind of started liking getting blue balled by his husband, goddamn it.

So it’s his own damn fault that he’s now sitting there, balls full to bursting, unable to think of anything but cock sliding into him hot and delicious and jack hammering away until he explodes all over the carpet-

No. No, it’s Cole’s fault. Stupid Cole with his stupid work ethic and his big fat dick that made Hanzo get absolutely addicted to being fucked. It’s not fair that he should be left alone in his luxurious high-end apartment with nothing but a phone full of numbers of men he could call to come and destroy them on their dicks when all he can think about is doggy cock currently traipsing through his bedroom and sticking his snout into the dirty laundry basket or something…

He waits for exactly one hour before he gets his phone out and starts furiously texting Cole, calling him all kinds of nasty names and blaming him for anything and everything that ever went wrong.

The fact that it takes him a good twenty minutes to reply doesn’t quell his anger… much to the contrary.

What’s up, babdydoll? What got you in a tizzy?

He can feel a vein pulsing at his temple as he angrily texts back: You have not performing your duties as a husband, that has me in a ‘tizzy’. And if you ever use that word with me again, I will castrate you.

The next reply comes faster, thankfully enough. It quells his ire somewhat, at least… until he reads Cole’s message that has his pulse shooting up.

I see, I see… why don’t you just fuck Charlie, then? It’ll be a while until I get back… bet he would like some one-on-one time with you.

This nasty… disgusting… pig of a man. If he were here, Hanzo would put his hands around his stupid, sturdy neck and…

It’s not so much the content of the message as such that has him flustered; it’s more the fact that Cole would think he could just nonchalantly tell him to… to enjoy himself with this animal. Who did he think he was?! Who did he think Hanzo was?!

Only that he kind of had just waited for this permission. It gives him someone to blame all of this on. Someone who he could then be mean to and tell it’s just his fault for being a neglectful, lazy husband that Hanzo has had to resort to drastic measures such as… such as immediately going for Charlie’s sheath the moment the dog turns on his back for some belly scratches.

Not that Charlie needs a lot of encouragement to get what Hanzo wants from him quite desperately. The fact that he’s naked and hard is also clueing him in, probably. He has been sniffing quite interestedly at his cock before rolling on his back which had made Hanzo breathe a sigh of relief – he’s not sure if he’s quite ready to have the dog’s teeth so close to his junk, no matter how fast his heart had pounded at the thought of that soft, warm tongue intensively lapping at the salty tip of his dick.

Anyway. He’s massaging a dog’s sheathe because his useless husband hasn’t been able to keep awake enough to finally get Hanzo off. Cole knows perfectly well that Hanzo needs to shoot his load a few times a week and that he abhors having to do it all by himself. He really should have taken better care of him and his needs so he didn’t have to resort to… oh… oh Charlie’s cock is starting to slip out, wet and eager. It’s nowhere near as thick as Cole’s dick or that of Reinhardt and Balderich, but it is slippery to the touch and feels so very very alive.

Not a stupid toy that can’t give Hanzo the creampies he loves. No… this one twitches in his palm when he curls his fingers around and produces slick, watery pre-cum when he carefully drags his fist up and down a few times. Just to experiment. Just to see whether Charlie likes a good handjob as much as Cole does.

The answer is: Yes. Yes he does. His tail keeps wagging along the floor and his tongue is lolling out the side of his open maw in an idiotic grin that also reminds Hanzo quite a bit of his husband. They’re not that different from each other, really.

Which makes it easier for him to just go along with this whole thing and not think too much about how he gets on all fours and presents himself like the bitch he has become.

[ruki--mukami]

Your teenage kids were throwing a party while you, your wife and brothers were all out for a few days to visit Eden. You came back early and saw the entire mansion was trashed, random people sleeping everywhere. All of your books, puzzles were ripped apart/burned. Your daughter was asleep on top of some random guys, your eldest son passed out in the garden and your youngest child (7) was the only one awake, trying to clean the mansion.

“Wh—… WHAT THE HELL?! My… my mansion!!”

Charred debris of what used to be Ruki’s prized books and puzzle collections littered throughout the trashed living room, causing the Vampire to fall to his knees at the sorry sight. The poor condition of his home reminded the man of his human life when the estate was ransacked and devastated, completely uninhabitable. Antique furniture that once adorned the Mukami manor had been utterly destroyed with tattered curtains barely hanging by a thread, torn seats and tables with missing legs, and carpets stained with unidentifiable substances.

By now his brothers and his wife must’ve been panicking, but he was in such a deep state of shock that their confused shrieks sounded distant and muted amidst the chaos.

A loud snore instantly caught Ruki’s gaze, and he turned his head to see his dear daughter asleep on top of a mountain of men he had never even met before. How did she know them, and what exactly did they do together that the mansion ended up like this? Occasionally one of the men would groan out, shifting an arm or leg in place. It was a wonder how that whole mountain didn’t collapse on itself. Ruki didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know either.

“OI!! You nasty mutts get away from my daughter this instant!!”

Enraged, Ruki sprung from his knees and snatched his daughter by the wrist, dragging her away from the strange men she had been sleeping on since they arrived back from Eden. It all happened so quickly that the Vampire didn’t even care about the disgruntled cries of pain beneath his feet as he stomped on their fingers, toes, and other sensitive body parts on the way back down. Half-lidded eyes fluttered opened as his daughter stumbled about, clinging to her father.

“You are in for the punishment of a lifetime, young lady. I hope dirtying yourselves with the trash was worth it, because soon I’ll give you a taste of hell itself.”

Then Yuma came back from the garden with his unconscious son, as if things couldn’t get any worse. One of his arms flung around Yuma’s shoulder as the boy couldn’t stand nor walk on his own without support.

How did his beloved home end up like this? What kind of trouble did his own children invite?

Rustled footsteps could be heard in the distance. Ruki knew that sound well. It was none other than his youngest child, picking up what few scraps he could carry in those tiny arms, tidying the disaster all by himself. Immediately Ruki scooped the boy up, holding him close.

“My poor son… You shouldn’t have to clean up your older siblings’ mess all on your own. You poor child,” he lamented.

Regrettably, the whole Mukami estate had been reduced to ruins, and with the right punishment methods, Ruki would soon find out who was responsible.