#pup’s thots

[angelatsumu]

bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3

thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.

[luvrxbunny]

consistently jerking him off to the tempo of his favorite song so he gets unbearably hard every time it comes on

[notroosterbradshaw]

but imagine meeting Bradley at puppy school. a puppy school meet cute.

He never considered adopting a puppy, all paws, playful growls and yips, and you can tell he's in over his head immediately, but the pup looks at him with heart eyes, desperate to please him. You’re there too, struggling with your young pup.

He's a few feet away and cooing to his pup to please, please heel. And of course, you notice he’s absolutely gorgeous but you’re deadset on focusing on your pup who needs you and you're desperate to find ways to save more bite marks and scratches from your couch.

You're lying to admit you are going out of your way to avoid his warm hazel eyes as he watches you struggle with your pup fondly. His eyes dance, and it is distracting you to your core. He is incredibly good looking and you’re very surprised he’s not here with his partner because if he’s not locked down, you’d be very, very surprised.

He's chuckling quietly as you're wrapped up in your pup's leash and you want the floor to swallow you up, but you're far too wrangled at this point. You gave him a meek smile as you untangled yourself.

“Now for some socialisation,” the trainer announces towards the end of a session that has been frustrating at best. They call upon you and Bradley first from the small group while you’re directed to let pups greet each other face-to-face (snout-to-snout) for a few seconds. It's polite, it's adorable as your pup shies away from his.

He gives you a gentle smile as he tries and fails to restrain his pup from trying to wrestle with yours. “I’m so sorry,” he apologises as you carefully pet your pup to reassure and calm him. “This is Archibald - or Archie.”

You give him a half smile as the pups start behaving and letting them boop noses for a few seconds and give him your pup’s name before they start wrestling again, but the sweet hello between the pups goes well as you pry them apart again. "That's a very formal name."

He actually laughs. "Well, I usually go by a nickname a' sorts most of the time. Something cute - or dog-like - didn't seem fair when I already had the ridiculous name."

"What's your nickname?" you asked, and immediately he grins and you feel like you've walked right into his little plan. You're incredibly impressed and fairly mortified with his gusto... he's so smooth, and you are endeared by him immediately. He could break your heart into a million pieces and he probably knows it too.

"My callsign is Rooster," he said. Ahh, a flyboy. Of course. He definitely could break your heart. "I'm Bradley," he gripped the leash in his hand and offers your his spare. "And you are..."

You tell him your name as your hand slips delicately into his and his palm is so, so warm and big, you don't want to let go.

"Nice to meet you both," he smiled gently as the pups needed to be gently pried apart again and you go back to your spot, quietly asking your pup to sit and pleased when he does so. But you can feel Bradley’s gaze radiating in your direction.

Tidying up your stash of puppy training gear after the session, Bradley asks if you enjoyed the class and you'd be lying if you said no. He'd certainly made it more interesting even if you got less out of it than planned. He's happy with your answer, and when he asks you for coffee or maybe a puppy playdate sometime, you can't fight it and say yes far too quickly.

You are floating home, and as he watches you leave, he rubs Archie's ears and whispers gently, "Didn't expect that today," he calls for a high five and Archie immediately raises his paw as Bradley chuckles. "Yes, good work, bud," and he rewards him with a treat.

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow x

more Bradley Bradshaw: Dog Dad:

the origin of betsy ; Three’s a Crowd 

[mooshkat]

puppy tommy thots are plaguing me. just thinking abt buck going all out in research when tommy comes to him abt it, spends hours of his free time shopping for the perfect collar for tommy. and god, the vision tommy makes when buck puts the collar on him?? it's like all of his worries and the tight hold he keeps on his control just melts off. there's nothing tommy needs to worry about besides being a good boy. he'd look so pretty kneeling between buck's legs, just laying his head on his thigh and looking up at him. waiting for pets, waiting for instructions.

a lot of time, tommy is buck's sweet, good boy. always does as he's told, he's trained so well. others, he's nothing more than a bitch in heat that buck will breed over and over

[hammypup]

Need a good little slut to come lick my boots clean ✨

[bby666k]

i got a lil dad hat lookin baseball cap that says “pup” on it (the band) n only after laying down $32 and fully ordering it have i realized that people may think i’m proudly announcing that i’m into puppy play when i go to savers

[dank-banshee]

Heyo, is it ok for me to let you draw a Slurpuff? Glhf!

Marshmallow Doeggie

[Image ID: A digital drawing of the Pokémon Slurpuff. It is jumping, arms extended, towards the viewer with its tongue out. White contours jiggle around the Pokémon on a pink background, indicating motion./.End ID]

[stareyedmutt]

im kind of a slut for apple cider tbh

[ropes-and-rosemary]

they* cant keep getting away with this**!!!!!!!

*my roomie

**giving me really good nice head scritches and then STOPPING

[angelatsumu]

thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

[the-doomed-witch]

SHOWER THOUGHTS

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: Wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS+MEN DNI. not proof read. masturbation, exhibitionism but like in private?, top!wanda, degradation, kind of praise?, shower sex, heavy orgasm control, vibrators, oral (r receiving), fingering (both), etc etc you get all that. this is smutty

Author’s Note: well anyways hi i randomly had a ✨thot✨ about the shower thing, hope you like it ;)) besides, wanda with nipple piercings 🤤

(gif credits to creator)

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

— ✦ —

The absence of Wanda was frustrating. Whenever she was off to work related trips, she always left with you begging for more. “Don’t touch yourself when mommy is away, okay baby?” she says, every single time before she leaves. And you nod like an obedient pup. So you are used to it all.

But it was different this time, she’d been gone for too long a trip. The heat between your thighs has been throbbing for days now. And today, it’s time for her to return.

Unfortunately for you, her flight has been delayed, and she’s gonna take a few more hours to arrive. You, a fully frustrated and wild driven person, had to wait another 6 hours for Wanda to come and take care of you.

It can’t be hard, a bit of dry humping here and there at every given instance should work for a few hours. Except it clearly doesn’t.

You do your everyday tasks, trying to distract the tingling sensation underneath. Fuck, it’s hard to even walk around in the supermarket. You go back home and lay down on the bed, try to sleep, and whatnot.

You estimate about 2 hours before Wanda reaches home, so your hands instinctively reach the belt around your waist, unlocking the buckle. The pants go down, and along goes the black lace you specifically picked out for the day.

Gently goes first finger in, then goes the second. Insert a third one, and you’re panting heavily. It’s not even close to the magic of Wanda’s hands. Wanda’s hands. Oh. You daydream of her fingering you instead of yourself. Soft, little moans and pants.

“Guess who hasn’t been a good girl for mommy.” you suddenly hear a familiar voice and freeze in your actions, fingers still deep inside of you. A part of you is overly excited to see her after more than a week, the other part is scared of all the things she would be doing to you just because of this.

“M-mommy I was so tired. I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll get to that later. But first, let me see how you fuck your dumb self honey. Move your fingers, show mommy what she’s taught you.”

You shift your position in bed to give her a better view of it all, legs spreading wider and wider. The wet sloshing sounds fill the bedroom when you thrust your fingers in and out of the pussy, as Wanda enjoys the show.

As your moans grow louder, she grabs your wrist and holds it in place. The sudden loss of pace made you shudder from head to toe. “Mommy!” you scream out loudly.

“What? You thought you could come despite not following my orders? You thought mommy wouldn’t punish you? What a whore.”

Her hand reaches your neck, holding you in place as she climbs on the top. Slowly, she bends down and captures your lips in a deep kiss. She then pulls away and caresses your forehead with her other hand, whispering, “I missed you, detka, so much. Care to take a shower with me? I could really use a hot shower today.” With a strained voice, you mumble a yes.

— ✦ —

She pulled your wet naked body against hers, behind you. Taking the handheld shower in her hands, she held it against your throbbing cunt. It felt fucking good, but the pressure was shaking your entire body.

“Tell mommy you’re sorry for touching the pussy that belongs to her.”

“I’m s-o-sorry, mommy. I promise I won’t do this again.”

“Say it again.” So you repeat it. “Tell me that this pussy belongs to me and me only.” The pressure of the water had left you incapable of speech. You pause for a moment and stutter, “Th-” Before any other word comes out of your mouth, she sets it to full speed. God.

“Say it, bitch. Or do you want me to punish you?” she pinches your right nipple hard and you let out an animalistic moan. Your back arches, as you keep a grip on the tiled bathroom wall and the fogged glass on the other side to stop yourself from falling down. “This p-pussy is all y-yours, mommy. N-no one else’s.”

“Good.” she speaks in a sultry voice against your earlobe. Her right hand is completely focused on ruining your cunt with just a hand shower, and the other is gripping your body. You can feel her wet tits behind you, along with their piercings.

She moves your slick hair out of her way and starts leaving bite marks all over your shoulders, collarbone, neck, and back. With each bite, you let out more and more shrieks. It all comes down to you asking permission to come, and her denying it.

She places the shower back and you arch at the loss of all the friction. “Let mommy play a little more.” she says, and you submit once again.

Throughout the steamy shower, besides relaxing herself, her hands glided along your whole body. She would grab your breasts, chin, waist, neck. Occasionally, she inserted a digit inside of you, and pulled out immediately. You would take it all just as she wanted, sometimes holding her tits and nibbling on her piercings, too.

It was a pleasing torture till she brought you back inside the bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

Wanda tells you to lay down on the bed. So you do, and spread yourself all over, finally excited for her to get rid of the burning sensation you’ve been feeling down there. She rummages through a drawer, searching for a nice toy for her to use.

Back to the bed, she brings a vibrator. “Aw honey, look at you, so needy that your legs are so apart. Why don’t you have some patience? Let mommy take care. I’m gonna tie your hands now, okay?” and here you nod like a pup yet again.

She ties your hands behind you, and makes you sit up. She sits opposite to you, and turns on the toy. Finally, you think, it’s the moment. She licks its head seductively till it’s drenching in her saliva before she places it on her own folds. “M-mommy-”

“Not now baby, mommy wants a good time for herself. You can watch her come, and maybe get to taste it if you’re good.”

Wanda’s moans are heavy, as she tortures her clit with the toy. Her legs tremble, trying to close in but she keeps them apart for you to see. The second you moan at the sight of her, she comes hard, making a mess on the bed.

She shifts her body, and rubs all of her cunt against yours till you are covered in her juices. Your now oversensitive body gives in and you come against her. She pulls you into a deep intense kiss as you both grind against each other. Drops of sweat roll down her face as she tries hard not to break eye contact with you.

Her hands grab the vibrator again, and she places it between the two of you. As if drinking your screams down, she holds you in for a kiss for longer than you could keep it. You come again, and when her fingers find their way in, you do it once again.

— ✦ —

“Mommy please. No more… hurts.”

“One small taste would do, baby? Can I taste you once again? Just a lick, I promise.”

“Mmhmm”

She goes down, and tastes your messy cunt, humming as she eats you out. You twitch at her nibbling on your folds. Your hands grab her auburn hair to pull her head away, but your thighs close in on her. You release yourself undone all over her face yet again. She gets back up, placing her lips against your lips softly, letting her tongue give you a taste of yourself.

She doesn’t stop soon, but when she does, your entire body is quivering and so is hers.

“Fuck Wanda, that was so… so fucking hot.”

“Oh Y/N… you don’t know how fucking needy I’ve been for as long as I’ve been away. I needed you so bad-” Looking at her state, she hasn’t clearly finished yet. You begin pumping your fingers in and out of her rapidly. Her head rises up as her chest contracts and expands with her puffs. She repeats, “Oh goodness- so bad.”

Her lips once again clash against your in a sloppy kiss, she’d been obviously desperate but hesitated to show it, unlike you.

“Wans, I love you so much. I’ll be a good girl next time, I promise.”

“Oh malyshka, you are a good girl to me. You’re my good girl.”

[konigsblog]

pup!soap and kitty!reader thots... :3

tw: noncon, hybrid fucking

you hate being left alone with johnny. his ruthless and harsh behaviour making you sob and shake violently, clutching your cunt in an attempt to hide yourself from his abuse! it rarely works. occasionally he'll see the pain he'd put you through, allowing you to go without another fucking. other times, it gets him even harder, needier for your tight, raw cunt!

simon hates the way his pretty cat gets treated. he'll grip your tail firmly yet lovingly, fucking your tight, used asshole while johnny watches from the cage. your ears low, slow thrusts driving you wild and utterly insane! :(((

and johnny is just so easily jealous. why do you like simon more? he's just some dumb owner! :((

johnny will paw at your panties at nighttime, waking you up with a whine and a needy sob because you're being unfair to him. he just wants to love you, but you don't wanna love him back !!! :((

he sobs into your panties, slobbering all over the material. he drools and covers them in spit, saliva and his tears. johnny's dick is so painfully hard, he just wants to eat you out and hump his blankets, but you're being cruel and unfair to him. :((((

you fall asleep, waking up with johnny still between your thighs, tearstained cheeks and raw eyes, his girthy cock still hard and aching for release. and he's so annoyed when it's simon who jerks him off, not you! it should be you, for getting him into this state in the first place... he wants a hybrid, not for his owner to stand behind him and pump and fist his hard, fat cock ‘til he's uncontrollably cumming... :((

[theemporium]

https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/732996365739819008/httpspbstwimgcommediaf-cfpsex0aa8a5hformat

PLEASEEE can we have the smallest of blurbs/thots on this, them cuddling into the reader because they’re wee pups after all

-🥀

I KNEW I HAD TO AS WELL

.

You were aware that the forecast said it would rain, but you didn’t realise it would be a full fucking thunderstorm.

You had been huddled in the Red Bull garage when the weather took a dramatic turn for the worse. First, there were just a few radios here and there about some rain hitting the track. Seconds later, a massive dark cloud was covering the track, the sun was gone and the conditions were far too dangerous to finish the end of qualifying. 

You were honestly just happy both your boys were safe as they made their way into the pits, even prouder when you realised this meant they would be starting on the front row together. But then the thunder started and a part of you froze. 

Thunderstorms were never a problem for you. If anything, you enjoyed them. The rain pattering against the window, the distant sound of thunder claps in the air with strikes of lightning as you played some calming music. Being cuddled up in bed, maybe even a book in hand with a warm drink by your side.

But your boys never thought the same. 

You had began moving before you could even process it, but the team wouldn’t let you leave the safety of the garages just yet, which left you watching the interview on one of the screens. You could see it on their faces, even if they tried to hide it. You could see them trying to laugh it off and continue with the questions. You could see the way their bodies flinched, the way they covered their ears, the way they gravitated towards each other for safety. It broke your heart to see because you knew exactly how they were during thunderstorms.

The second they were given the go ahead, the boys were heading straight back to their drivers’ rooms to leave for the hotel as soon as they could. But it was short-lived when both boys barreled into Max’s driver room, Charles rushing towards you before you could even blink. 

A low whine left him as he wound his arms around your waist, tugging you close and burying his face into the crook of your neck as another distant thunderclap echoed outside. 

“I know,” you murmured, holding onto him tightly as your eyes caught Max’s—who you knew was trying to put on a brave face. “Let’s head back to the hotel, okay? Everything is gonna be fine.” 

Both boys were twitchy the whole ride over. All three of you were sitting in the back of the car, with you pressed between both boys as they tried to distract themselves. You could feel the anxiety rolling off them, you could feel the way their bodies tensed and the way their hands tightened on your thighs. You knew they just wanted to be alone and far away from the thunder. 

The second the hotel room door locking sounded through the suite, you heard the distinct sound of clothes ripping before two massive, fluffy beasts were approaching you. Another clap of thunder rendered through the air and both boys let out pitiful whines, cowering slightly as they looked up at you with big eyes.

“My poor boys,” you cooed softly as you reached out to run your hands over the heads, scratching behind their ears until both wolves were nosing at your legs. “C’mon, we’ll do what we do when we’re home.”

And it was a little more squished than the bed you shared at home, but it did the job just fine. You had both wolves squashing you between them, their heads resting on your stomach with the duvet over them. It was a trick you read online with dogs and fireworks, but it seemed to work perfectly with your werewolf boyfriends.

“You both need to eat something soon,” you told them when you felt one of them—probably Charles, if you knew your boys well—pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he could rest his head on your bare stomach. “And I would rather not scare hotel staff with two massive dogs that are technically undisclosed.”

Max let out a huff against your thigh.

“Don’t be a puppy,” you snorted as your fingers threaded through his fur. “Just one meal and then you can transform back. I would like at least thirty minutes with my boys to tell you how proud I am of both of you for getting the front row.”

Charles let out a loving purr as he nuzzled himself further into you.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

.

[dilfhos]

STRAY

#!WHO : SHIGARAKI TOMURA

#!CC: puppygirl!reader, thoughts of depravity, readers kinda naive, no thots just dick, there’s no expressive consent but reader’s kinda dumb and needy, use of “doggy” and “pup”. reader does actually bark (not them arf, yips! like a husky, heady bark.) MDNI.

+bringing back this banger from my old blog. you can also read it on my ao3. im nervous lol idk how its gonna hold up 2 years later, diff audience. i can’t remember the ask specifically but it was something like Shigaraki finding a stray and he ends up using her. omg and i want to tag @bakatenshii idk if you remember my old alias but i do remembered you loved this fic!

+NETWORK(S): @angelshub @bitchcraftinc (i keep forgetting to do this mL, excuse the random @/lovelies)

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad…

Shigaraki still wonders how he ever let this be, an animal-woman hybrid living in his already cramped apartment. Doesn’t know why he hadn’t bothered to kick you out either. But it could be anybody’s guess as to why you still remain.

It all started when he got into an argument with his landlord, one that required him the self control to back off and avoid killing the bastard. It was rainy but Shigaraki paid no mind to the stinging raindrops that pelted his skin and soaked his clothes. It was dark out, but not too dark as to not notice you cowering against the side of his building upon his return. Your eyes were closed as you trembled in the cold rain.

Shigaraki didn’t know why he found himself moving closer to get a better look at you but when your eyes shot open, he found himself almost curious. He’d never seen anything like you before. Especially when your ears, you very doglike ears twitched forward, erect and alert. But you didn’t seem all that afraid. You were dressed in soaked shirt that was too big for you as it sagged off your body.

He crouched down and you inched toward him reluctantly and as you moved from your previous position, his eyes sought out the tail that had been tucked in between your legs.

“Hey, there you are,” Someone cooed from behind him. Shigaraki turned to eye the man. There was nothing all that remarkable about him; he wore all black, his hood over his head save for a few dark locks that stuck to his brows. Shigaraki wasn’t the least bit intimidated. But that couldn’t be said for you as you frantically dove into his arms, letting out a frightened whimper. Your ears flattened against your head as your hands curled into Shigaraki’s coat.

He wanted to back you off and leave from the situation as it had nothing to do with him and was fixing to do so when he looked down. Your pupils were blown and eyes glossy, pleading.

He sighed before standing, pulling you up with him to stand on trembling feet.

“She yours?” Shigaraki mumbled. You moved behind him, your hands tightening on his clothes.

“Heh, yeah, ran right out through the door. Isn’t that right baby?” You growled all while cowering behind Shigaraki’s form.

“No collar,” Shigaraki noted.

“Been meaning to get her one. C’mon baby, why don’t you leave the nice man alone and come back home with me?” He cooed.

The utter confidence and trust you had in Shigaraki at this moment was appalling. He barely covered the man in terms of height and upon first glance, he looked rather average. Definitely not the type to win in a fist fight. So why were you so dependent on him to save you?

Shigaraki didn’t have time to really think too much about it because the man advanced, silver glinting under the streetlamp. You yelped and cowered back against the wall again, covering your eyes.

You heard a grunt followed by a pained cry as that then died into the sound of pelting rain. When you lowered your shaky hands, Shigaraki was standing over a pile of what looked to be ash, the knife a few feet away.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t seem to shake you.

You’re loyal and to him, it’s annoying. Showing up at his doorsteps turns into you sleeping on his ratty couch. His chasing you away turns into grumbles of tolerance. The typical sneer he wears when you come sniffing around dissolved in hidden blushes and twitched lips as your distrustful cowering eventually turn into you becoming disturbingly comfortable around him.

After another day of pressing his key into the lock does he already see you on the other side of the door, tail whipping back and forth in excitement as you await his return. Except he isn’t really in the mood. Today was particularly bad and he wanted nothing more than to possibly let off steam, maybe watch something, blow his load and sleep.

“Stupid mutt, stop doing that!” He growls when his back immediately slams against the door, eyes narrowed in the way you smile up at him.

“Welcome home sir.” You beamed.

Another thing you picked up was calling him ‘sir’. Despite the many times he tells you not to. He wasn’t your last owner, and honestly, he’d like it if you didn’t call him anything. But every one of his complaints go through one ear and out the other with you having half the intelligence of an actual dog.

He recoils when he feels your tongue graze his neck. Groans when it doesn’t just end there. You’re licking his chin, his neck, and when your tongue laps over his lips, he’s trying to buck you off. But you’re so persistent as you press further against him, your front grinding up against his groin unknowingly.

Shigaraki bites back a moan at your ignorance, his cock already hardening from your aimless shifting.

You couldn’t feel the bulge pushing against your thigh? The soft grunts he’d release when you’d lap at the rough skin of his neck? You can’t be that stupid or then maybe you are.

But would it be that bad if you are? Because then he wouldn’t feel guilty when he dreams of stuffing you full with his cock. You practically ask for it every chance you get with him. The sleeping in his bed, your excessive show of affection, the sickening devotion in your eyes.

And then, isn’t it what he deserved? He did save you that night. Do you even remember how easy it could have been for him to just walk away? To give you up to that creep? Sure it only happened a few weeks ago but he thinks of that night as if it was only the last. How when he brought you home and went to retrieve a towel to dry you up, you were on your hands and knees practically presenting yourself to him as you slumped in exhaustion. As if giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted to and by gods, it took everything with him not to.

He wasn’t a hero, not by a long shot. And maybe you didn’t have the mental capacity to accept that he was actually a villain because in your eyes, he was your savior.

But as said, today was a particularly bad day and right now he felt anything but.

So just this once he’ll give in. Whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter to him at this point, already past contemplation. After all you’re his pet now, his property and if he can’t do this then what good are you really?

You release your little whimpers and when you look up, your eyes are wide, so full of confusion when he suddenly has you on your hands and knees pressing into you from behind on the floor. Your owner wears a new look, his eyes so feral, teeth gritted. And you know that look; it was the look of your last owner among all the other men that tried to take you on the streets. Hunger. Greed. Desperation.

And you should be wary, should cower away from the carnality in his eyes because you know better than anyone that when it’s present one thing is desired. Yet, you hold your ground. You don’t struggle, in fact he could just make out the way your hips shimmy back a little bit and the whine that surfaces from your throat.

You just can’t help it, the air around you has changed. A thick cloud of hot lust is weighing down around you and so much so, you can’t help but to submit. Besides you trust him one for reasons you can’t figure out.

Shigaraki refuses to meet your eyes, instead he quickly fumbles with his belt and takes out his hard cock. A blush spreads across his face when he eyes the steady slick trailing down your thighs and upon closer inspection he can see how swollen you were and that’s what does him in.

It’s what has him surging forward, bottoming out completely inside of you. Your ears flatten against your head as you let out the neediest sounding moan, one that has a shiver licking down his spine.

“Shit. Shit,” He should feel ashamed, taking advantage of you like this. But he clings on the fact that he’s a villain, that’s his justification. A villian with his pet, that’s all this is.

It’s fueling his newfound vigor as he speeds up, the heat of your tight cunny sucking him in with every cant of his hips.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as his own thrust forward, his cock forcing past your tight ring of muscle. You look back again, your eyes glossy with tears, long tongue hanging out as you whine and pant. He was so thick, so heavy within your tight, hot walls. Your nails scrape helplessly against the dingy carpet as he rocks into you with so much drive.

In the midst of your panting and whining surfaces his voice, so grating and filthy as he tumbles every degrading name in the book. It should worry him and yet it has his stomach knotting up, his thighs and glutes tightening as he holds on to your hips for dear life. And in the midst of that is the loud, wet, shlicks of each sink into you.

“My needy little bitch. Taking my cock like a good doggy,” He grits, eyeing the recoil of your ass against his hips.

His hand seeks out the base of your tail as he uses it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. And it hurts, it has the tears spilling over and yet, your cunt only tightens around him some more.

“F-Feels good sir!” You cry out at about the same time as he mumbles,

“Good doggy, such a good pup,” And at his praise, your ears bend forward, and your tail begins to switch slowly in his gasp. You feel a knot in your tummy, desperately winding down to what you’re chasing. It has you rocking back against him needy to have, so so needy. And the way your resolve has melted away, it makes all his thoughts of guilt completely vanish, leaving him with an unbearable need to fill you up.

He’s quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spreads you wide.

You were so wet, inhumanly so as it’s gushing down onto the carpet and the sight alone has him nearly cumming right then and there but he holds it. At least until he’s thrusting into you again, your head thrown back as you let out a broken whine. Your tits bounce with all the force he’s using as he’s putting everything into these last moments. His one track kind only focuses in the tuft of fur above your cunny, at the way your puffy lips pull part each time he's pushing forward and the slick coating his cock.

You’re yelping with each kiss he delivers to your cervix, hands desperate to hold onto to your new owner. You reach out and he grasps your wrists, using you to thrust impossibly deeper into you. Static fills his mind as his eyes roll back, his hips slamming against yours, balls smacking your ass each time.

“Fuck, fuck cumming!”

“Sir! Sir please-” You cut your own self off with a heady bark, one that startles him. It’s also what has him groaning as he twitches, his seed spilling so suddenly into you. Your pussy milks him as you gush around his dick and it has him falling over, elbows pressed into the carpet on either side of your head. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hips shimmy up against him, whining as you push past your own limits, twitching every so slightly at the overstimulation and sealing this moment of what would be the best one in your simple little head.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad.

He also thinks he should probably name you.

dilfos. do not plagiarize any parts of my content— current or archival. all rights reserved.

[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Pt.5

Here you go, another thot for the cachorrita series, inspired on this ask that i received the other day, now including our beloved 141 boys! Hope you like it!! 💗

Warnings: spanking, pussy inspection, ale is kinda mean in this one lmao.

It’s 3 a.m. you really didn’t think that someone else, besides you and Johnny, would be awake. But when you sneak out of his place, cautiously trying to get to your own room, you’re caught by Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the hallway.

“Qué chingados estabas haciendo?” (what the fuck were you doing) Alejandro asks immediately, finding it strange to see you roam around the base at such a late hour.

You don’t know what to say. They’re not stupid, they won’t believe you if you tell them a lie, especially when you’re so close to the dorms where the 141 are staying for a few days. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to get away with it.

“Uh- nothing, i just went to the bathroom” it’s all you manage to spit out, nervously playing with your hands.

But of course, they notice your nervousness, and that obvious look on your face that they know quite well. Those big guilty eyes that you do when you’ve been caught doing something bad.

“The bathroom is away from here” Rodolfo says, quickly catching on your lie just as you’d feared.

That’s all they need to know exactly what were you doing there, and they’re not happy about it. Their puppy? whoring herself out to the new men in base? hell no, you’re property of los vaqueros, not the 141, so they gotta remind you who do you belong to.

Alejandro grabs you by the collar, yanking it with enough force to make you gasp, and then drags you inside your room to throw you face down on the bed.

Lifting your ass up, he pulls down your shorts and uses his knee to push your legs apart, revealing what he was looking for.

“Look at this Rudy” Alejandro growls, spreading your swollen pussy with his fingers, just to see the thick cum still dripping out of your little hole. “Está llena de leche” (she’s full of cum).

“Who did that?” Rudy asks you.

“Johnny” you tell the truth this time, suppressing your moans when Alejandro rubs some circles on your sensitive clit.

“You didn’t have permission to fuck him”.

Without a warning, Alejandro takes his hand away from between your legs and lands a rough slap to your ass, so hard that your eyes fill with tears and a whine scapes from your lips.

He does it again, and again, until your soft skin turns red. But you don’t protest, you just accept your punishment like the good puppy that you are.

“Eso es suficiente Ale” (that’s enough) Rudy intervenes, making the colonel stop. “Besides, i think that maybe we can let our cachorrita have some fun with them, it may help the guys to get rid of some stress and boost their focus on the next mission”.

Alejandro thinks about it for a few seconds. Rudy has always been that voice of logic for him, not for nothing he’s the sergeant major, so he agrees with the idea.

Nothing bad can happen if they share you with the 141 for a while, right?. After all, pleasing men is what you enjoy the most.

“Bien” (fine) Alejandro lets go of his harsh grip on your collar, and pulls up your shorts, allowing you to lay down on the bed. “Now cachorrita… you’ll take a nap and then, before everyone wakes up, you’ll go to the captain’s room. It’s an order. Entendido?”.

“Si” you nod, smiling as you get under the blankets.

“Good girl.”

He pets your head, running his fingers thru your soft hair. Maybe not so mad at you like you had thought a few minutes ago. His touch more gentle and soft. Oh… if only you knew how much he hates to punish you.

After that, they both tell you to rest, and then go out of your room together, turning off the lights to let you sleep for a little bit.

But you can’t fall asleep at all, you just hug one of your stuffed animals while thinking about your next affair. Johnny was so sweet with you, he even praised you for being such an obedient pup! and you’re dying to know if captain Price will do the same!!

[writingsofwesteros]

#aemond hot thots

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/761400513244921856/httpswwwtumblrcomwritingsofwesteros761217850

Getting all their babes to go to sleep would be an easy task, since the little loves would tire themselves out from their everyday day activities. But there’s always that one little one who wakes up at night and toddles their way into their parent’s room. The little babe getting scolded the first time he woke them up since he held up his little pup to lick his father’s face in order to wake him🤭. After sleeping with them a few times, their father would already know they were coming, sleepy grabbing their little body and snuggling them right in the middle of him and his wife. They already knew to drop them off at their siblings room in the early mornings or else they would have to have all the babes and their pups sleeping in their bed if they found the four sleeping together.

!!!!!!!

NO ! THIS IS THE CUTEST!!

They are all such munchkins !! Using the sweet puppy to wake Aemond up.

The little babe giggling as Aemond gently picks them up; his wife usually sleeps through it and cuddles her babe without thought.

Oh and the storms that come over the Keep - the bed is completely full those nights; with even the puppies scared but the little dragon hatchlings protect them.