#they’re extremely eager to please dogs

[ustalav]

saw another post about someone trying to rehome their doberman puppy bc they were too much for them and it made me sad so here is my Bobbie

idk what about High Energy and extremely intelligent working breed makes people think they’ll be easy couch potatoes

[ryuichirou]

please share crewel x deuce headcanons, they’ve infected my brain thanks to your kofi

Anon! They’ve infected our brains as well lol

I thought I’d write more replies today, but got a bit overwhelmed with these two. Surprisingly I have a lot of thoughts and ideas for them, and a lot of them weren’t mentioned in this post because I don’t want to write more than 10 hcs per post. I’ll use it as motivation to draw them more in the future! There is at least one drawing we plan to do soon… god, some of them are better off being comics. Why are these two so good

I am very happy you enjoy this ship. I hope you enjoy the hcs too… I don’t know what I ended up writing, it’s a blur lol They’re spicy though!

Even before their “affair” Deuce had weird dreams about Crewel a couple of times. He complained about it to Ace once, and Ace made fun of him: why are you dreaming about him, Deuce? Do you have a crush or something?? Deuce got embarrassed, and the fact that Ace started saying that Deuce is out there having sex dreams about their teacher didn’t help. The dream wasn’t even horny, but I guess Ace cursed him that day lol

Despite what someone might think, Crewel didn’t really have any serious plans for Deuce or any other student, for that matter. Not because it’s inappropriate, but because the students, while being undisciplined pups, aren’t usually interesting enough for his sophisticated palate. Deuce, however, somehow fit right into his type: he tries to be a good boy, but he isn’t boring – he is perfectly corruptible and responsive, but also eager to please and kinkier that he’d like to be. He is also needy, but knows his place… and he can take much more than Crewel originally anticipated! Frankly, Deuce keeps surprising Crewel and enabling him to put him through a wringer.

And yet he spent quite a lot of time mentally edging Deuce and creating tension with subtle touches, subtle flirting, punishments that felt way too horny even for such an eccentric teacher, all of this. Whenever they were left alone, Crewel metaphorically threw a bone to Deuce, and instead of being uncomfortable, Deuce felt allured and wanting more. And being super confused about this – why can’t he stop thinking about his teacher scratching his nape and squeezing it a little bit while calling him a good boy??

The intrigue ended one day when Crewel basically squeezed Deuce’s cheeks and fucked Deuce’s mouth with his pointer while maintaining eye contact and explaining some principles of potionology that Deuce couldn’t understand. Deuce’s tongue and cheeks felt so tingly and his dick got so hard… It was clear now: Crewel is into him sexually. And Deuce should probably feel bad about it and tell someone, but…

While it feels like a classical “suck my dick to get an A” scenario, Crewel is very strict that even if Deuce sucks his dick very well, he won’t give him an A unless he deserved it. Deuce got super embarrassed when Crewel told him that – he wasn’t planning on… he wanted to get an A with his brain, he really did… Still, his grades got much better because he remembers things well when he sucks dick while listening to Crewel!

At first Deuce never knew what to expect from Crewel and if they were going to do anything at all. Sometimes he would ask him to stay after the class just to wash the chalkboard (he loves it when Deuce anticipates and never gets what he wants), sometimes he spanks him for his bad performance (Deuce shakes and tries not to whine when it happens…), sometimes he steps on his dick or makes Deuce rub against his leg like a horny dog (Deuce turns his brains off when he does that). Sometimes he makes him get a boner and leaves… Whenever Deuce gets to suck him off, for some reason Deuce always feels like it’s a reward. He is extremely embarrassed and confused about himself acting this way.

After a couple of months of this whole thing, one day Crewel rewarded Deuce with a finger up his butt. Deuce was so horribly embarrassed and even though he had to be told when to cum, he couldn’t help it and came almost immediately. They didn’t do anything for a couple of weeks after that, and Deuce was terrified that he ruined it, but couldn’t even tell anyone about what happened. So when one day Crewel looked at him and invitingly patted his lap, Deuce was so happy he looked like he’d wag his tail if he had one. Crewel was satisfied – the pup was acting absolutely brainless and ready for anything he’d to with him.

And this is where the real fun began. Hidden collars, hidden collars down there, butt plugs, vibrating toys, cute underwear – pretty much every day Deuce has a new “game” from Crewel and gets evaluated and either punished or rewarded depending on how he did. The toys and stuff are actually just pretense because what Crewel loves the most is when Deuce is sobbing because he couldn’t keep it together during classes and whined a couple of times because his dick and butt felt to overstimulated. When he gets to mercilessly spank Deuce because his voice was way too shaky during the class and his butt buzzed too loudly, Crewel has the most fun.

Crewel took his sweet-ass time before actually fucking Deuce with his dick because he wanted it to feel like the ultimate reward for Deuce. He never actually told Deuce about this condition, but he decided that he would fuck Deuce if he gets more than 90 for his final test. He worked hard and got rewarded!! At some point while Crewel was fucking him, Deuce thought about his life basically having a porn plot, but before he could get ashamed of it, Crewel pulled his hair and told him that if he keeps daydreaming he will make him walk on all fours in front of the entire class and sit on the floor by his side naked…

Deuce was very anxious about their possible first kiss, but when it actually happened, he was barely “there” mentally: he came 5 times beforehand, cried to the point of gulping down his tears and hiccupping and was convulsing with his whole body because of the overstimulation and pleasure. His eyes were empty, he barely felt it, and only remembered that he got kissed the next morning. He blushed so hard!

[dirtyvulture]

NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Edition

feat. Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Here it is, as promised, with both Sergeant Romanoff and Sergeant Beef. 🥳

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first, Sergeant Romanoff was very quick to hurry you out of her office or bedroom whenever you two were done. It made you a little sad because of how impersonal it seemed, but you also didn't want to overstay your welcome.

It wasn't until one night Natasha completely fucked your brains out and you were so tired you couldn't even move to leave, that she let you stay the night and even cuddled with you for a bit. After that, she became more open to letting you stay and take care of you after sex with her.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sergeant Romanoff definitely has a thing for uniforms, on herself and you, and she absolutely loves how her curves look when she's completely done up.

As for you, especially in your uniform, it takes all her willpower not to jump you, especially with how your biceps threaten to rip open your sleeves or the buttons on your shirt straining to hold in all your muscles. Sergeant Romanoff loves her beef. :)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sergeant Romanoff is obsessed with the high of getting to cum, especially if you're the cause of it. She also loves making you cum, which is the next best thing to cumming herself, whether it's in her mouth or her pussy, or all over her chest or hand. She especially likes it when you tell her how good she makes you feel.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When your sex tape with a former partner leaked, Sergeant Romanoff was not only wildly jealous, but also extremely turned on. She never told you, but more than once she masturbated to your video and fantasized about making a better one with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sergeant Romanoff has a lot more experience than you, which is one of the reason why she's usually calling the shots in bed.

And even though you're not as experienced as her, she loves how eager you are to please her and she is surprisingly patient with you as you learn your way around her body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Sergeant Romanoff is a dom, she loves any position where she's on top of you. But occasionally, she'll ask to be under you, mostly because she likes the view of your dog tags swinging around your neck as you ram into her and she likes clawing at your muscular back and leaving her nail marks.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is extremely serious, almost to a professional level. She might make an occasional joke, but she won't let you laugh for long.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nat prefers to keeps herself shaved most of the time. But if she does grow it out, yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nat had to learn it was okay for her to be soft in front of you because you wouldn't judge her for it. (Being a woman in the military causes her to overthink and always try to exert an aggressive front.)

But even once she's fully comfortable around you, you don't hear her say "I love you" as often as you'd like, but she's working on it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sergeant Romanoff prefers engaging in group activity with you, but when you're not around, she has no choice but to find other ways to satisfy herself. She does prefer to have you on the phone or video call though so you can watch and squirm as she gets herself off to the thought of you.

Before your big deployment, you went and made a custom dildo of your own cock for her, which has become her favorite toy to use when she can't get her hands on the real thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a lot of kinks, but her favorite ones are probably BDSM, bondage, public sex, and orgasm control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

One of Sergeant Romanoff's favorite things to do is call you to her office. You're pretty sure she's fucked you in every position possible on her couch and desk. She has a plug-in air freshener that sprays constantly, but there have been a few close calls where someone visiting has commented on the smell of her office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You acting submissive to her in public (even in your normal work duties) usually has Sergeant Romanoff going feral. Every time you ask for her permission to do something (especially cumming), she gets an immense rush of power and arousal.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sergeant Romanoff will not use any weapons on you during sex. She (and you) have had too many dangerous experiences with guns and knives to treat them as toys in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff loves giving you blowjobs. It gives her such a rush of power, even if she's on her knees for you.

And when you're on your knees eating her out, she'll yank on your hair like a set of reins to remind you that she's the one still in control.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, Sergeant Romanoff prefers to be very fast and very rough with you. Even though you're bigger than her, she's always the one man-handling you around the bedroom. She loves leaving scratches and bite marks all over your body as a reminder of how well you please her.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is very open to quickies as long as they're for her benefit. If you don't finish (or she doesn't let you), she'll just zip you back up and send you on your way. In those times, you'll always find your way back to her and beg her to let you relieve yourself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff was very hesitant to give you any kind of control in the bedroom. It was a process, but once she learned to trust you, she was happy to be used as you saw fit from time to time. But in general, she's very protective of her control and would rather lead than follow.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Natasha can last much, much longer than you can. But if you ever cum too early or without her permission, she will make sure to punish you so you aren't tempted to do it again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nat has basically every sex toy you can think of and she uses them all on you. She has a strap so she can peg you and has an assortment of vibrators, cock rings, Fleshlights, etc.

She doesn't let you use toys on herself, but you know she's obsessed with the custom dildo you made for her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

We all know Sergeant Romanoff is the biggest, most unfair tease of all time (let us not forget the public humiliation during our first uniform inspection). She totally gets off to how much you beg and whine for her to let you cum, almost to the point of being legitimately mean about it. But she always rewards you nicely if you manage to follow all of her instructions.

However, the one time you had to use your safe word with her, Nat took it very, very personally. She was very upset with herself for pushing you too far and promised not to do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is actually pretty quiet, even if you are pounding into her like your life depends on it. Mostly, she'll vocalize if she wants you to go harder or faster, but it's pretty rare to hear her enjoying herself (but when she does, that's how you know you're doing something very right).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time Sergeant Romanoff brought up pegging you with your own dildo she did so jokingly, but it wasn't really a joke anymore when she saw how much you were begging and shaking for her to fuck you harder. She almost came at the sight of you and is desperate to find something that will give her a greater high.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)  

Sergeant Romanoff actually spends almost as much time in the gym as you. Her body is extremely fit and toned, although not quite to the level that yours is, but she is very confident and proud of herself.

Your nickname is Sergeant Beef(cake) for a reason and you draw a lot of attention from the other recruits and staff for your physical prowess. But Nat will gladly let everyone know that you belong to her and that she is yours.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sergeant Romanoff basically wants you 24/7 and a few times you've indulged her in a sex marathon (although that usually ends with you sleeping for 12 hours straight and practically needing an IV to replenish all the fluids you've lost). There is probably no person on Earth who could keep up with her, but ever since you gifted her the custom dildo of your dick, she's a lot more keen to leave you alone for a bit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a lot for Sergeant Romanoff to get tired out (and you usually pass out before she does), but if she ever does reach her breaking point, she likes to fall asleep on you because you're her personal heater and you make her feel safe.

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AN: I always really like writing these lol. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know if there was any headcanon you want elaboration on. :)

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[carnivorousyandeere]

How the Martial Arts Group reacts to a darling who is tough and could break anyone's face, but ends up becoming extremely docile towards the yanderes, promptly responding to their requests and showing passionate puppy dog looks?

Coach: Oh, Coach fucking LOVES this dynamic with you. They adore knowing they’re the one who built you up and made you such a force to be reckoned with, teaching you how to direct your strength in the most effective ways. And of course, they adore how obedient and eager to please you are. You’re the type of Darling who’s going to get outright favoritism from Coach rather than harsher instruction for sure. They can never say no to your puppy dog eyes, the same way you can never seem to say no to them…

More Experienced Teammate: they’re thrown for a loop every time they remember that the same person who follows them around like a lost puppy is the same one who effortlessly throws them around every time they practice together. They like to pretend that you’ve knocked the wind from their lungs whenever you knock them down, just to see your focused look break into sweet concern. You always offer to help them up, and they never deny you. The contrast between your focus and power in the ring, your tough appearance, and your sweet and obedient personality are quite endearing to them. Even if they act a little exasperated at your clingy tendencies, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Less Experienced Teammate: puppy dog eyes v./ puppy dog eyes. They’re always trying to help you, you’re always trying to help them. Even if you’re just being kind, they always view your obedience and desire to help them out as a sign that you return their feelings. Their obsessive delusion is only strengthened by other people assuming the two of you are a couple because of the way you both follow each other around. Of course, they’re obsessed with how strong and tough you are. Probably pins up pictures of you on their wall to admire your form. Definitely swoons at the thought of you carrying them around and might pretend to get injured in practice just so you’ll carry them to go get their ankle wrapped up, and the like.

Rival: similar to your more experienced teammate, they’re always taken aback to see the different sides of your personality. They regard you with immense suspicion and distrust as always, though it makes their heart and stomach feel weird whenever you give them that dopey fuckin’ look of yours whenever you’re trying to do something nice for them. And why? So that they’ll owe you? Just more dirty tricks, they’re sure. And it makes them angry (and flustered…) if you stop giving it your all when fighting them, in favor of being placid and obedient to them. They know you have an immense strength, why are you holding back with them? Do you not respect them as your opponent anymore? And yet, they can’t help feeling bad when you end up looking like a kicked puppy from their fighting words, tail practically between your legs. Begrudgingly begins to treat you more nicely, and begins to plot to convince you to join their training group or to join yours when they realize you’re actually genuine…

[your-blorbo-is-a-dog]

Basil from the game Omori?

⭐️ Basil from Omori is a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel.

King Charles Spaniels are a toy spaniel bred with flat faced breeds to create a less prominent muzzle than other spaniels. The breed is highly affectionate, playful, extremely patient and eager to please. As such, dogs of the breed are good with children and other dogs. They make good therapy dogs and are not typically aggressive, which also suits them for families. They’re extremely loyal. Probably to a fault, huh? They have an instinct to chase most things that move including vehicles on busy streets, and so most Cavaliers will never become "street-wise". And… they are prone to heart failure. A spaniel holds the record for the most photographed dog in the world! Not a King Charles Spaniel, but close enough.

[the-spider-snake-fox]

Siblings' Relationship part 3 w/ V!Milo

M!Milo PreMilo

CAINE

• Caine despises V!Milo for being overly protective and aggressive, seeing him as no different than a dog that’s obsessed with guarding its owner.

• There’s something about the way V!Milo worships Eris that grates on Caine’s nerves. The constant submission and loyalty remind him of something he’d rather forget.

• He finds V!Milo's violent tendencies unsettling—especially when it comes to Eris. To Caine, V!Milo's behavior is nothing more than an irritating, animalistic instinct he’d rather not deal with.

• Caine has no patience for V!Milo's need to assert dominance. The way he barks and growls at anyone who threatens Eris feels almost suffocating to him.

• Every time V!Milo gets in his way, it’s like a trigger. Caine doesn’t like being reminded of something so primal, and it stirs up a deep, unspoken discomfort.

LILITH

• Lilith finds V!Milo intriguing in a way—his aggression and violent tendencies are far more entertaining than PreMilo desperation(assuming they met before PreMilo's tranformation to V!Milo).

• She sees him as dangerous but predictable, a loyal follower to Eris that adds a certain chaos Lilith can’t help but appreciate.

• Lilith respects his devotion to Eris, even if it’s far more violent than her own brand of loyalty—there’s a strange admiration for his willingness to go to extremes.

• Lilith might toy with him, seeing how far she can push before his protective instincts kick in, just to see how much he’ll snap.

• While Lilith doesn’t want to get in his way, she also finds his intensity somewhat amusing, knowing he’s one to be wary of, but never truly a threat to her, unless she does something to provoke him of course.

ATIUS

• Atius sees V!Milo as an interesting but predictable tool, a follower who’s grown more dangerous, yet still a puppet to Eris’ will.

• Atius respects the power V!Milo has gained but finds it lacking in originality—he’s just a reflection of Eris’ influence, nothing more.

• Despite the violence and aggression, Atius doesn’t feel threatened by V!Milo; he sees him as an extension of Eris’ control, a brute that’s only valuable as long as he’s useful.

• Atius doesn’t view V!Milo as a peer but rather as a pawn, someone who’s devoted to Eris in a way that’s almost sad—too eager to please to realize they’re still beneath true power.

• There’s no admiration for V!Milo from Atius; just amusement at how far he’ll go to prove his loyalty, and how little he actually has to offer outside of that.

[V!Milo is a character for the game Perfect Love created by @perfectlovevn , Caine, Lilith, and Atius are my fan ocs for the game. Pls do not steal :( —ModAal]

[avatarrecom]

Bad jokes are how eye roll

Custody AU (Original story by @ao3gobi17)

Characters: Miles 'Spider' Socorro, Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Z-dog, Walker, Fike, Brown, Lopez, Ja, other recoms (not mentioned, but they're there too)

Warnings: description of losing and removing an eye (not extremely explicit). Recoms kinda being assholes.

Word count: 1369

A/N: My first story holy shit. Depending on how much I'm actually going to write I'll make a masterlist (If I figure how to do that lol). Since this is the first time writing a story, please let me know what you think! <3

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Dinner, as always, was awkward. None of the Recoms really know how to make conversation with Spider, both because they’re not used to dealing with a strange teenage boy and because he is still (even though he has only been Spider's father for the first seven years of his life) the boss’s son.

Spider rubs his eye, as it starts to irritate more and more. When Spider was thirteen, he got an infection in his right eye. Because his foster parents were always at work and he didn't want to bother them, he didn't tell them. In the end, this turned out to be a big mistake after he collapsed at school and was rushed to hospital. When Spider thinks back to that day, he doesn't remember much. The only thing he does remember is waking up in the hospital bed. His foster mother sat on the chair next to Spider's bed, typing impatiently on her laptop. While his foster father sat at the table, also behind a laptop. "Great," Spider thought. "Even now they can't stop working." Then he registers a dull ache in his right eye. He slowly lifts his hand to his eye to rub away the pain. A hand suddenly closes around his wrist, guiding his hand away from his face.

"Don't touch your face," says a blurry voice. Spider looks at his foster mom confused. Both his foster parents look at him, Part annoyed, part worried. His foster father stands up, "I'm going to see if I can find a doctor." With that, he walks out of the room. Spider's foster mom speaks up with irritation in her voice, "why didn't you tell us something was wrong, now we're missing a major breakthrough at work-" She quickly falls silent when a doctor arrives. "Hello Miles," says the doctor. "How are you feeling?" "Drowsy," Spider replies honestly. "And confused, what happened?"

"You had an infection in your eye, which caused you to run a high fever and collapse," the doctor said. "You were brought here by ambulance, unfortunately we had to remove your eye, as the infection had already spread far." Spider's remaining eye widens in shock. "What?!" comes out in a higher pitch than he would have liked. The doctor gives him an apologetic look. "Sorry son, I won't beat around the bush," the doctor sits down on the edge of his bed. "Unfortunately we had no choice, your eye was already too damaged and there was a risk of the infection spreading to your brain," the doctor pats Spider on his knee, "As if that makes it better," Spider thinks bitterly. "Besides," the doctor continues, "it wasn't an option just to remove the infection, then your eye would look terrible, now we can get you fitted for a glass eye, wouldn't that be cool," smiles the doctor. "You’re an asshole," Spider decides. "Well not really, I'd rather have my real eye back," Spider replies.

"Awww, is baby Spider tired?" teases a voice from Spider's right, snapping Spider out of his thoughts. "What?" he asks, still rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. Wainfleet looks at him mockingly. "Looks like little Spider needs to go to bed," says Brown, eager for an angry response. Spider still looks at the two confused. "Only little babies rub their eyes like that, Buttercup," Zdinarsk helpfully adds, rolling her eyes.

"Oh!" Spider realizes, "I'm not tired, I just-" He is interrupted by Wainfleet. "Sure, that's what all little kids say when they're about to fall asleep, but don't want to go to bed yet because they want to be like grown ups." There is laughter around the table. "No, it's not like that," Spider protests. "Oh of course kid, that's really convincing," Lopez says sarcastically.

"No, I swear," defends Spider. "I had an infection in my eye when I-", he gets interrupted again. "Come up with excuses kid?" Jokes Walker "My niece used to do exactly that when she didn't want to go to bed yet." Again there is loud laughter around the table. Spider starts to get angry, the only ones not participating are Quaritch and Ja. The former looks amused, while the latter looks at him intensely. Spider shifts uncomfortably under Ja's gaze. "I’m pretty sure he was a medic in the army, that must be why he's looking at me like that," Spider thinks to himself.

Meanwhile, the laughter continues merrily. While Spider is happy to be rid of the awkward silence, he is less than happy that it comes at his own expense. Spider looks pleadingly to Quaritch for help. Quaritch meets his gaze and raises his eyebrow mockingly, as if saying "You're a big boy, aren't you? You're my son, you can talk yourself out of this, you won't get any help from me."

"Great, good father you are, thanks for your help. You're not even helping your so-called son who you supposedly love so much that you kidnapped him," Spider thinks bitterly. Suddenly someone squeezes his cheek hard. "Aww, baby Spider is so tired he can't even pay attention to his food anymore, then look at him, he almost falls face-first into the plate." Spider slaps the hand that belongs to Fike, away in annoyance. The young man across from him gives a cruel grin, clearly taking pleasure in Spider's misery. "Maybe someone should take him upstairs and tuck him into bed," Lopez pouts. "Oh sure, Spider would you rather we read you a story or sing a lullaby?" Adds Wainfleet.

Spider again tries to protest that he is not rubbing his eye because he is tired, but because his glass eye feels very irritated. But again, no one listens to him. "HEY!" Spider yells angrily as he pushes his chair back so hard it topples over. "Spider." Quaritch says in a warning tone. Spider irritably straightens his chair and plops down on it, childishly crossing his arms and glancing angrily at his plate. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Wainfleet, Brown, Lopez, Fike & Zdinarsk grinning at each other, clearly pleased with the response they've been able to elicit from Spider, before continuing to eat in silence, not wanting to draw Quaritch's attention to them. Quaritch, still looking at Spider with a look that promises punishment if Spider lashes out again. The others, who did not participate in Spider's bullying, but happily laughed along, wisely kept their mouths shut.

When Spider's gaze falls on Wainfleet, he suddenly gets an idea. "You know, when I was thirteen I collapsed at school and I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance." he begins, deliberately playing with his food like an angry little child. This one sentence immediately catches the attention of the others, especially Ja, who looks at him intensively again, and Quaritch, with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't really remember what happened, but when I woke up a doctor - he was a huge asshole by the way - told me I had an infection in my eye and they had to remove it." The others scoff, "you look like you have two eyes, kid." Wainfleet laughs.

Spider had hoped for this reaction and brings his hands to his eye. He pulls his eye open with his fingers, hides his eye with his other hand, and pushes his glass eye out of its socket, as he has done hundreds of times before. He feels the familiar pop as the eye slides out of the socket. When he lowers his hands again, he hears several people gasp. Spider rolls his glass eye into the palm of his hand for a few seconds. Then he brings his hand to Wainfleet's face. "See?" he asks mockingly, before taking his eye between his fingers, letting his hand hang over the table and then letting his eye fall into Lyle's full water glass. Everyone at the table stares blankly as the glass eye slowly sinks to the bottom of the glass. It's as if the glass eye had figured out what Spider was up to, because as the glass sphere sinks to the bottom, the eye rotates so that the lifeless brown iris looks directly at Wainfleet.

"Anyone want to see my glass eyes collection?"

[puppyexpressions]

The Ultimate Guide to Golden Retrievers: Everything You Need to Know!

So, you’re thinking about getting a Golden Retriever? Or maybe you already have one and just want to learn more about this lovable, floppy-eared goofball. Either way, you’ve come to the right place! Goldens are one of the most popular dog breeds in the world—and for good reason. Let’s dive into everything you need to know before bringing one into your life.

Breed Size & Weight

Golden Retrievers are a medium-to-large breed.

Males typically weigh between 65-75 lbs and stand 23-24 inches tall at the shoulder.

Females are a bit smaller, weighing 55-65 lbs and standing 21.5-22.5 inches tall.

Lifespan

Golden Retrievers have an average lifespan of 10-12 years. Some may live longer with excellent care, a proper diet, and regular exercise.

Coat & Color Variations

Goldens have a double coat, meaning they have a thick, water-resistant outer coat and a soft undercoat. Their fur is medium to long in length and can be:

Light golden

Standard golden

Dark golden

They also have feathering on their legs, chest, and tail, which gives them that signature fluffy look!

Personality

If you’re looking for a friendly, affectionate, and social dog, Goldens are one of the best! They are:

Extremely loyal and people-oriented

Gentle and loving with families

Playful and energetic

Known for their enthusiastic, happy demeanor (a Golden smile is a real thing!)

Training

Golden Retrievers are highly intelligent and eager to please, making them easy to train. They excel in obedience, agility, and even service work. Start training early and use positive reinforcement (treats, praise, playtime) for best results.

Are They Good Guard Dogs?

Not really. Goldens are too friendly to be effective guard dogs. While they may bark to alert you, they are more likely to lick an intruder than scare them away!

Are They Good with Kids?

Absolutely! Goldens are one of the best family dogs you can get. They are patient, gentle, and playful, making them perfect for households with children.

Nutrition

Goldens thrive on high-quality dog food that contains lean proteins, healthy fats, and essential nutrients. Watch their portion sizes, as they are prone to weight gain.

Foods to include:

Lean meats (chicken, beef, fish)

Vegetables (carrots, spinach, sweet potatoes)

Healthy fats (salmon oil, flaxseed)

Foods to avoid:

Chocolate, grapes, onions, and anything toxic to dogs

Excessive carbs or fillers

Exercise Requirements

Goldens are high-energy dogs that require at least 1-2 hours of exercise per day. Without proper exercise, they can become bored and destructive. Activities they love include:

Fetch

Swimming

Hiking

Running

Agility training

Common Health Problems

Like all breeds, Goldens have some common health concerns, including:

Hip & elbow dysplasia (joint problems)

Cancer (unfortunately common in the breed)

Ear infections (due to their floppy ears trapping moisture)

Obesity (if diet & exercise aren’t managed properly)

Regular vet checkups can help catch any issues early!

Do They Bark a Lot?

Goldens aren’t excessive barkers, but they will bark to alert you or when they’re excited. With proper training, barking can be managed.

Grooming

Golden Retrievers require regular grooming to keep their coats healthy and prevent matting.

Brush them 2-3 times a week (daily during shedding season!)

Bathe them once a month or as needed

Trim their nails regularly

Check their ears weekly for signs of infection

Shedding

Yes, Goldens shed a lot! They blow their coats twice a year (spring and fall), but you can expect shedding year-round. Regular brushing helps manage the fur explosion.

Space Requirements: Are They Apartment Dogs?

Goldens can adapt to apartment living, but they thrive best in homes with a yard. If you live in an apartment, be prepared to take them out for frequent exercise and mental stimulation.

Do They Drool?

Not as much as some breeds, but Goldens can drool, especially after drinking water or when waiting for food.

Litter Size

Golden Retriever litters typically range from 6-10 puppies per litter.

Are They Smart?

Yes! Goldens are ranked among the top 5 smartest dog breeds. They learn commands quickly and excel in obedience training.

Temperament

Golden Retrievers are gentle, affectionate, playful, and social. They are rarely aggressive and are known for their trusting, happy-go-lucky nature.

Pros & Cons of Owning a Golden Retriever

Pros: ✅ Loving and loyal ✅ Great with kids and families ✅ Highly trainable and intelligent ✅ Adaptable to various lifestyles ✅ Fun, playful, and energetic

Cons: ❌ Heavy shedders (get ready for fur everywhere!) ❌ Require lots of exercise and mental stimulation ❌ Prone to health issues like hip dysplasia and cancer ❌ Not great guard dogs (too friendly!)

Final Thoughts

Golden Retrievers are one of the best dog breeds out there—loving, intelligent, and full of life. However, they do require commitment, exercise, and lots of love. If you’re ready for the responsibility, a Golden will reward you with years of joy, companionship, and unconditional love. 💛

Thinking about getting a Golden Retriever? Already have one? Let me know in the comments! 🐶

[aeoki]

[Idol Story] Yuzuru Fushimi - Good Fortune May Even Come Unexpectedly

Location: Season Avenue Characters: Touri, Yuzuru & Wataru Unlocked in: [4☆] The Bond with King Season: Spring

Yuzuru: *Sigh…* (Who would have thought the day would come where I’d be walking King.)

(I’m fully aware the other servants at the mansion are busy, but if I could have avoided this situation, I would have very much loved to…)

…Please, King. Listen to what I say today.

(There are times when this dog won’t listen to me.)

(I would have thought he would be calmer now that he’s in his old age, but he must see me as lower ranked than him.)

(He even tried to bite me when I was feeding him previously…)

Eek!? K–King! Why are you barking all of a sudden?

I knew it – this dog must really think lowly of me!

Please, do not thoughtlessly do anything bad!

Wataru: –I mentioned this once, but I can’t believe how much you dislike dogs, Mr. Butler…

You’re always so calm and composed – what an extremely rare scene I’ve witnessed ♪

Yuzuru: Oh, Hibiki-sama. To think you’d bear witness to my unsightly behaviour…

Wataru: No no, it doesn’t bother me at all.

Everyone has a thing or two they dislike or have trouble handling.

That’s King, Hime-kun’s beloved pet dog, isn’t it?

Oh, how wonderful! Such lovely eyes and fluffy fur!

I can tell you’re loved at a glance ♪

Yuzuru: (That fussy King is being well-behaved and allowing Hibiki-sama to pet him!?)

(As expected of Hibiki-sama. He has not only grasped human hearts in the blink of an eye, but also the heart’s of animals.)

(But this is good luck. Hibiki-sama is also someone I trust.)

Ahem. Hibiki-sama, I’m fully aware I’m making a rude request, but if you’re fine with it, would you be able to walk King in my place?

Wataru: Walk King, you say? Oh, I see.

Why, that would be a bit difficult. I’m also out on a walk with my beloved partners ♪

Yuzuru: Your partners? The pigeons?

But I don’t see them anywhere.

Wataru: No no, they’re always right next to you, Mr. Butler.

See? They’re right on your shoulder…☆

Yuzuru: Oh, you’ve taken me by surprise. Well done.

Wataru: …Hmm. The usual Mr. Butler wouldn’t have fallen for that.

But it appears you really have a dislike for dogs. I see, I see.

You’ve once mentioned that you wish to overcome your dislike for dogs, no?

Yuzuru: Indeed, I have. As long as I serve the Young Master, I cannot avoid living with King.

Therefore, I cannot always run away and complain about it.

Wataru: Amazing! I’m moved to tears by your spirit, Mr. Butler!

Then I, Wataru Hibiki, shall lend you a hand ☆

Yuzuru: Lend a hand? Will you walk King in my place?

Wataru: No, that wouldn’t aid you in overcoming your dislike.

I could this time but it wouldn’t help you at all.

That wouldn’t be any good. It would end in a sad result with no love nor surprises.

Now that I’m involved, I won’t acknowledge such a boring punch line. Hehehe…

Yuzuru: But what on earth should I do then?

Wataru: It’s simple – You and King must overcome difficulty together.

If you do, then your bond as human and dog shall deepen.

If you continue to separate from each other out of fear, then the relationship won’t develop.

Yuzuru: I see. I have a feeling Oogami-sama and Akehoshi-sama said something similar in the past.

My fear will also be picked up by the dog.

In order to overcome that fear, I must work with King to achieve something, correct?

Wataru: Exactly!

Hehehe. I see you’re feeling quite eager now ♪

Then here is the specific strategy.

King shall learn one trick.

Naturally, the one who will teach him this trick is you, Mr. Butler. I shall support you only.

After learning a trick with so much hard work, I’m sure love will blossom and a bond will be established between the two of you!

Yuzuru: …Alright. I shall prepare myself.

I shall teach King a trick under your instruction, Hibiki-sama!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few days later… >

Touri: –So, what was the result?

Yuzuru: Right. It was a long journey.

This is the result of the strict training we received under Hibiki-sama’s instructions…

Please watch once more, Young Master!

Come, King~ Please focus here~

You mustn’t move while I’m looking at you. Alright…

Red light… green light!

Look, Young Master!

King has learnt how to play “Red Light Green Light” ♪

Touri: Don’t give me that!

That Long-Hair taught you two both something weird~!

I’ll mess up his long hair and tie them into buns the next time I see him!

*Sigh…* But well, I guess this means you’ve gotten closer to King, right?

Yuzuru: No? He barked numerous times during the training and I had to hold him down – I think it was rather traumatising for him.

In terms of results, I don’t think our relationship has changed all that much.

Touri: Just what on earth were you two trying to achieve…

[plague-of-insomnia]

I know you ship VinTaker and SeBard, but what about Sebastian & UT? Enemies to lovers?! The hatefucking?! Oh you’d know he’d definitely call Sebastian a dog and mean it with every breath 😂 blood kink, they’re definitely putting that death scythe to use. 👀. Just a suggestion/maybe people would like another ship? Lmk what you think! Perhaps they’re incompatible and I’m being delulu.

Yeah, I wrote sebataker in WDH; it’s actually one of the few other ships i’ve been able to write in the last few years (despite loving a lot of ships)… but lately I’ve been needing something a bit more romantic than sebataker (though I am eager to get farther in CT and introduce that UT and Sebataker relationship)

I know it’s a bit more popular than the ships that I’ve been craving that no one but me likes, but I can’t write something just bc more people like Ut than Bard or Tanaka.

Also, please never use “delulu” around me again. It’s extremely offensive to mentally ill people.

[inkandguns]

I have considered getting a couple of them or a couple of Malinois. But I think using dogs for defense is for people who don’t train as much shooting as I do. I’m probably going to get a corgi or golden retriever.

My ex took Ruger with her unfortunately. They’re an amazing breed. So eager to please and extremely protective. I shared my side of the bed with him and a 60 lb basset hound. I just worry about using dogs for security. I would rather just pop a tweaker with some shotgun slugs or AK rounds than risk my dog being hurt.

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Science Trope

Alright, I said I might make a post about this, and I’m going to. TL:DR at the bottom.

The trope of science discovering a new thing and immediately going to dissect or vivisect it is incredibly annoying. Not to mention frustrating. It shows a complete lack of understanding about science and the fact that scientists are human.

Scientists are human, and your average human isn’t eager out to cause undue suffering. Science isn’t about to cutting something open to see what makes it tick, at least not all the time. And even if that is a step, it’s the last one.

Even putting ethics aside, you learn far more from a living thing than a dead one. Especially if that thing is clearly sapient. I mean, really. What idiot is going to cut open a person if the person can just tell you what’s going on inside them? And even if they can’t, you still learn about their behavior and such.

I have more lenience with the idea of a group going in for a live capture of something unknown, especially if the thing is a potential threat. That makes some sense. Ideally you’d want to study it in the field before any lab tests, but this is at least understandable. There are options, you could always release them.

Speaking of which, any kind of capture of something unknown is unlikely to use tranquilizers. You need specific doses if you don’t want nasty side effects or to do nothing at all. Especially if it’s reptilian. Getting that dose wrong can mean death far more easily than on something else. Plus, tranquilizers take a decent amount of time to work. Your target is going to book it and you’ll need to chase at least a little. Heaven help you if it can swim, or shoves itself into a crevice.

You’re also going to want to minimize stress. Try just talking you numbskull if they seem open. If not, see if you can ambush with a net or some such. If it’s not sapient then a dark environment can be helpful. If it is sapient then you should be talking you numbskull.

Onto the topic of vivisection: No.

I don’t know enough, but from a cursory glance this looks like it’s only done on animals nowadays. This would be an extremely risky procedure, one which you’d want to tranquilize the thing for. To do that you’d need to understand more about them. Again, this is an end-of-the-line procedure, much like dissection.

On a related topic: whump. This trope is often used, and for good reason. But think (insert Invincible meme here). Physically, it’s painful, sure. On a psychological level? Also painful. However, it’s been done. You need something new and spicy to make this interesting. But treating someone like an animal in the literal sense? Not necessarily treating them wrong if they were a tiger or horse, only wrong for a human. Something humane but also not because this isn’t an animal we’re talking about.

No one would think twice if you muzzled an aggressively biting dog during a vet checkup. Stressed animals are often put in dark areas to help calm them down. Catch poles are frequently used to keep a wind animal at arm’s length or more during handling. I’ve even heard there are duffel bags used to calm crocodiles during transport. Fine for an animal.

Not fine for a person.

Imagine someone blindfolds you, muzzles you, and leads you around on a stick. This is them attempting to be kind and humane. To keep stress lower, to find about about you. Imagine, you’re injured and this is what someone does to get you to the doctor. You don’t know what’s going on, people don’t expect animals to understand (although, they may talk anyways if you’re considered a domestic species).

Also, they’re probably not going to have a rope around your neck. At least, not of you’re human. Human necks are too delicate. Please note I might be completely wrong about the neck thing. I have not done research about this specifically. Perhaps around the chest and/or shoulders.

There’s undoubtedly more that could be added, but I currently have neither the professional experience nor mental energy.

TL:DR

Try consent.

Dissecting something already dead: Fine.

Capturing something to study it: Can be fine.

Killing something to dissect it: Not fine.

Killing something to dissect it when it is very clearly sapient: Extremely not fine.

Vivisection on something new: No.

Treating someone like an animal in ways other than cutting them open is more interesting.

[chateautae]

work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend's workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

It was unfair, downright cruel to already be subjected to watching Taehyung look incredibly sexy when he focuses on his work, melt over him playing with his adorable dog Yeontan or submit immediately when he touches you in bed.

But now? All your eager eyes could see was your boyfriend concentrating on himself in the mirrors lining the private gym room, occasionally swearing and huffing out as he lifts his weights.

And God, you could not keep still.

It was far too easy to feel yourself figuratively drool seeing his back muscles flex as he exercises his chest, chew on your lip as you watch his face contort sexily, catch view of the light sheen of sweat that coats his sculpted body.

The instant killer was his Godforsaken attire, adorning a black t-shirt that he had the habit of cuffing up to reveal his biceps, and wearing the extremely lethal, infamous grey sweatpants.

And for a well-endowed man like Taehyung, grey sweatpants were extremely fatal, especially when he was gloriously manspreading his long, muscular legs and all you could feast your eyes on was the delicious outline of his gracious length.

Yeah, your core instantly ignited.

You mindlessly bit down on a finger of yours, gazing at him in lust-filled awe as you remained perched against the doorframe of the room. It was well into the night now, where of course, only your determined boyfriend was in search of some gains in the work out facility your apartment building offered.

It wasn’t long before your ogling melted into a horny haze when Taehyung began utilizing the pec-deck, drawing his broad chest outward and breathing rhythmically as he brought his hands in front, only to release them backwards.

He does this for however long you remained standing with your panties dampening into a mess, toes curling in your shoes as the machine causes him to offer his lap like it already isn’t your favourite seat.

You clamp down even harder on your digit, swallowing for any semblance of control as your senses go haywire, not even realizing your boyfriend had stopped. He leans over tiredly on his knees, body rising and falling as he catches his exhausted breath. 

He nabs his sweat towel and drapes it around his neck, dewy lips hanging open as he exhales harshly, reaching for his cold water bottle. He takes a large swig, eyes falling to you as he brings the bottle down.

“Oh hey, babe,” Taehyung smiles, his adorable cheeks rising like bread, though the light trails of sweat trickling down the sides of his face make him appear like a full-course meal. 

“What’s up? I thought you had to work on that dissertation.” He asks, jutting his tongue out to swipe his bottom lip. “Is your back hurting again? Do you need me to massage it?” He inquires sweetly before he takes another gulp of water, and it’s extremely hard to not focus on the way the column of his throat downs the liquid. 

You smile at his words, stepping inside the gym and shutting the door behind you. “No, I got lonely, so I went looking for my handsome boyfriend.” 

A pretty grin frames Taehyung’s heart-shaped lips, elbows perched on his knees as he comes down from his previous exertions. “Shit.. I still have a set to do, kitten. I’m gonna be here for a little while.” He informs regretfully, kind eyes following you paddle to the machine beside him. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll wait for you.” You wave him off, seating yourself daintily on the equipment, excited eyes scanning him over when you plop down. His impressively larger pecs protrude from his t-shirt, his hair lightly mussed with sweat and the grey sweatpants still doing absolutely nothing to deter your building lust. 

Taehyung looked fucking delectable right now, not that he always hasn’t. It’s just for the majority of the time you knew your boyfriend he was the kind of nuanced, calm man that never paid any attention to working out. He was fairly lean and maintained a taut figure, naturally broad in his own respect but never saw the significance of bodybuilding at all. 

That was, until he earned his new promotion at work that spelled not only copious amounts of hours, but an unreasonable mass of stress. He crowned you his favourite stress reliver, always supporting him in whatever way you could; from a warm home-cooked meal to lazy sex on Sunday mornings. 

But then, came working out. 

Suddenly, Taehyung figured working out was the most effective way of blowing off steam, not to mention his new job made him feel like a “new man”, and so he desired to look like one too. The effect of his gym rat friends Jungkook and Namjoon also influenced him, though you really weren’t going to complain seeing your gorgeous boyfriend beef up in the last few months. 

His biceps were evidently thick and meaty nowadays, chest and back area far more muscular and firmer than you remembered, and it only caused you to become weaker for your boyfriend; a horny, needy mess that craved him at all hours. 

Not to mention how much easier it was for him now to throw you around like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Alright, I won’t be too long, kitten.” He promises, rising from his seat to hook a palm on your arm, kissing your forehead before pecking your lips too. 

You grow all giddy inside, feeling endeared as he gives your arm an assured rub before seating himself on the pec-deck, planting his feet on the ground as his large hands wrap around the handles. 

His chest extends forward again, securing the equipment in his palms before drawing the machine close in front of him, only to let go in a timed manner. He continues working out his chest, pacing his breaths, which all should’ve been innocent in nature, though had you leering in fascination. 

You’ve never actually watched his workout sessions before, though caught glimpses that were enough to light your core on fire. You knew if you actually paid attention one day, you’d be jumping his bones faster than you could complete a sentence. 

And now here you were, watching your gorgeous, owner of a Greek God-like body of a boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t manspread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view as he remained outstretched and in your face, his tip prominently nestled against the fabric of his stupid pants.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad chest, and now, you were itching for something to relieve the ache in between your legs. 

Writing that tedious dissertation already exacerbated your frustration, stress piling up on your shoulders mountain-high knowing the due date was approaching, and you wanted nothing but to be taken care of by your hot boyfriend. 

You rise from your seat, mind a horny mess as you saunter over in his direction, eyeing his entire sculpted figure.

His gaze finds you standing before him, speaking in between his reps. 

“Baby.. what’s wrong?..” A deep grunt. “Are you bored?” He breathes evenly to maintain the session, so focused on tugging his weights, you gain the opportunity to lean over and wrap your hands around his wrists, drawing the machine back and stopping him. 

“Y/N, what’re you-”

“You know.. you’re really sexy when you work out.” You say boldly, voice seductive. You slide over his taut forearms, feeling his prominent veins underneath his hot, sweaty skin before grappling onto his brawny biceps. 

You squeeze at them, deliberately biting your lip as you eye him. “It’s fucking hard to control myself around you, baby, wonder what these big arms can do to me.” 

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” You feign innocence, gliding your hands over his chest and down his body, hooking them onto the tempting meat of his thighs as you glance at his lap, then at his coffee eyes. 

“I’m just..” You swing a leg over him, straddling yourself on his muscular leg. “Having a seat.” 

Your lips ghost his pulse point as you rock against him one glorious time, shuddering when your bud meets his thick thigh. 

Taehyung’s still holding the machine open, on the edge of a scoff as he peers down at your needy little figure. “Baby, you know how I feel about you interrupting my sessions.” He lightly chastises, but you instead give him your one innocent, kitten-like look that leaves him a soft mess, draping your arms around his neck with a whine. 

“But I want you, Tae. I need you.” You coo, gently rutting yourself over him and it sends your slick-ridden walls to clench, desperate for more. “Just this one time, baby.” 

“Kitten, we can fool around after my workout. I’m almost done.” He informs with a firmer tone. “C’mon, off my thigh.” He instructs as he lightly pats your ass, anticipating your removal.

But you remain in place, and even dare to grind your hips further down on the meat of his thigh, exhaling tremulously when it pleasures your aching bud. You whine in response to him, drawing yourself closer to his sweaty, perfectly structured face. “But I want you now, Taehyung. I don’t need much, just wanna ride your thigh.”

You see the flash of softness that flickers in Taehyung’s eyes, but you also don’t miss the glint of warning that blankets them thereafter, locking his jaw hard as his deep, husky voice echoes in the room.

“It’s better you listen to me, baby, you know what I do to bad girls who don’t listen.” He cautions with a dangerous timbre, slowly drawing himself to your sensitive ear.

“I make sure they don’t walk the next day.”

Your skin blossoms with goosebumps, feeling electricity crackle through your aroused insides. You know how dangerous Taehyung can be when he’s like this, but there was something about his intimidating aura that made you want him more. 

And so you dared to ignore him, beginning a grinding motion against his quads as you cling to him like a koala, burying your face into his neck. You moan shakily, the sensation in between your legs burning your core pleasurably. 

You hear Taehyung chuckle under his breath, imagining a self-satisfying grin on his face as he removes his sweat towel. “My kitten needs me that badly, huh?” 

You nod into his neck, hands sliding down to grasp his t-shirt against his chest as you increase your speed, chasing the bubbling sensation riding his thigh manifests. The feeling shoots through your insides, so taken by moaning against him you’re surprised when Taehyung’s large palms cup your ass, maneuvering your hips for you. 

“You love my thighs, don’t you, baby? Like using them to get off?” He purrs right by your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Taehyung’s muscular arms cage around you as he rocks your hips against his muscle, your breaths growing harder as you writhe and whine. Every delicious shuffle is hitting your clit in all the right ways you can’t help but bunch his shirt in your fists, sighing out in pleasure against his throat as Taehyung dips to press  kisses to your exposed shoulder. 

“Such a dirty girl, always distracting me when she gets all needy, huh? My needy, pretty little kitten?” He speaks huskily, the rumble of his chest, words of liquid lust and your constant rubbing lighting up all your erogenous zones. You can feel your climax building and Taehyung’s lips on your skin only adds to the thrill. 

You lose precision in response, riding more frantically in pursuit of that sweet release you feel in the bottom of your stomach. Moans and groans spill from you ceaselessly while Taehyung senses your desperation, your neediness as you leak your essence through your underwear and thin leggings onto his sweatpants.

“Fuck, my baby’s dripping.” Taehyung’s cock visibly hardens with each heated second that passes, lost in you chasing your own pleasure on him.  

“You’re doing so good, kitten, keep going.” He encourages, palms gripping your ass as your breaths grow harsher, latching onto his flexed triceps and rutting quicker.

“Kitten’s getting close, isn’t she? Gonna come all over my thigh?” Light groans spill from Taehyung’s mouth by your ear, tickling your skin as he gyrates your needy hips faster, rougher against his thigh as he feels your little pussy pulsing over his muscle. 

He can feel the wetness of your slick soaking his pants, blood spiking to his dick feeling your sweet slick drip like honey. “Look at you making a mess, always so fucking dirty, aren’t you?” 

You moan lewdly, Taehyung’s words only adding to your burning arousal as your insides twist tighter, raking for something to push you over the edge. “Taehyung.. Tae.. I’m close, I’m so close.” 

“Fuck, you just love making a mess on me, don’t you? Go on, kitten, tell me.” He asks harshly, grinding you over him so senselessly you’re sighing obscenely into his neck, your entire body simmering with arousal as you grasp his sweaty muscles.

“I-ah!” You can’t speak, the pleasure wrecking your core so good your pussy walls are fluttering, engorged clit aching so hard your eyes shutter closed. 

“Whose thigh are you using to get off, huh?” Taehyung growls against your hair, shoving you flush against him with each rocking motion. “Who’s my kitten so needy for?” 

“You, Taehyung.. fuck. I-I need to come.” You’re losing your sanity the closer you get, so near the precipice your core’s weeping for more, to finally release days worth of tension. 

You’re so in your head you’re moving more desperately than you normally would, unknowledgeable of how each moan is riling Taehyung up beyond comprehension, knowing your reason. 

“My baby’s so stressed these days, isn’t she?” Taehyung gently strokes your back as you ride his quads. “She works so fucking hard, always does so much for me.” His voice is lust-laden though soft in nature, a comforting feeling washing over you as you lightly nod. 

“It’s okay, let me take care of you, kitten.” He coos at you. “I know you’re close. Keep going, baby, keeping using my thigh. Wanna hear my little kitten come.” 

He begins smoothing a warm palm over your lower back, another hand sneaking up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as you rapidly rub your buzzing bud and gushing folds all over him. 

“You’re not wearing anything underneath my sweater, right?” He asks, moving a hand to fiddle with the zipper. 

“No.. I’m not.” 

“Good,” He suddenly unzips the item harshly, exposing your naked front to him. “Now cream my thigh like it’s my cock, kitten.” 

Taehyung darts towards your nipple in a flash, taking a pert bud in his mouth and begins suckling on you tastefully. The tip of his tongue lightly plays with your nipple as you sharply moan, licking your bundle of nerves so good you finally, finally get thrown over the edge with a lewd moan, lurching into him when the coil in your gut snaps. 

You come all over his sweatpants, staining the grey material with your slick as you breathe harshly, your walls fluttering open and close as sweat glows on your fiery skin. Taehyung strokes your back through your climax, whispering sweet praises against the crown of your head. “That’s it, so pretty when you come, baby, so good.” 

Your high slowly dissipates, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you feel your body vibrate with post-orgasmic bliss. You’re a sticky mess in between your legs, coming up to peer at Taehyung with half-lidded eyes and press your lips to his, Taehyung happily sealing your mouths. 

His fingers lightly massage your scalp as he kisses you sensually, lips leaving smacking noises before he’s prodding your mouth with his tongue, allowing him to enter. 

His tongue slithers in and you heat up again, hands slowly snaking into his hair as you tug the dark locks, knowing the way it leaves Taehyung weak. 

He groans into your mouth, stroking an ass cheek as the kiss gets intoxicating, seeing nothing but stars until Taehyung, disconnects from you, speaking gruffly against your lips. 

“Now,” He suddenly tugs your hips over his crotch, gasping sharply at the oversensitivity. “It’s my turn, kitten.” 

Suddenly, Taehyung latches both hands onto your waist and forces you off him, only to swivel you around and pull your back flush to his front, faltering into his lap. 

You’re seated with a yelp, only left to see your entangled bodies in the gym mirrors as Taehyung wraps his muscular arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder as his lips ghost your neck, eyes peering devilishly into yours through your reflection. 

“You know you’re a bad kitten, right?” The deep rumble of his voice leaves you shivering, Taehyung’s hand slowly gliding down your body inch by hot inch. “You interrupted my work out session when I asked you to wait, disobeyed me when I warned you what would happen.” He repeats your actions to you, fingers passing over your stomach and he’s at your abdomen, chewing your lip in anticipation.

“Tae.. I just-” 

“Did you think I’d just let you go?” His tone’s scarily low, and he’s right above your slit, the thrill too much to speak properly. “I-I just wanted you, Tae.” 

He laughs dryly, tucking your hair behind your ear to draw himself towards the shell, skimming you with his soft lips. 

“Doesn’t mean you disobey me, kitten.” 

Taehyung then suddenly slips inside your leggings and surpasses the band of your underwear, sliding down until he finally meets your folds and cups your gushing sex in his palm, hissing pleasurably at the sensation.

“My baby’s so wet and warm.” He begins rubbing against your sensitive nether lips, gathering your slick all over his calloused hands. 

“Wonder what this pretty pussy will look like after I’m done playing with it.” Taehyung starts ministrations on your bare, weeping cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds as you shudder in his arms. 

“T-Tae.. what if someone.. someone sees us?” You can’t speak coherently, not with the lethal pairing of his husky voice and gorgeous hands, all while seated in his lap as if he’s your throne. 

Taehyung hooks onto your waistband and shoves your leggings and panties down, tugging them over your ass and exposing your palpitating pussy to the chilling air, feeling Taehyung’s growing bulge underneath burrow into your folds. 

Taehyung spreads you wide open when he gets the items off, legs perched on his knees as he bares your core right in front of the mirror. You sigh automatically, cheeks tinted with a deep shade of peach as you see yourself in his arms, whining when Taehyung’s fingers begin rubbing your pussy like its a game he mastered ages ago. 

He breathes a chuckle through his nose, entertained. 

“Look at your little cunt, so pink and pretty for me.” He takes your earlobe between his lips, licking at the plushy flesh as he draws figure eights all over you with your essence, eyeing your panting figure in the mirror. “God, just wanna eat this sweet little pussy up.” 

“Taehyung..” You sigh, his fingers working like magic. “S-someone will see us.” You warn him breathily, but Taehyung only enhances his movements, rubbing circles on your aching clit. 

“Then they’ll see how good I make you feel.” 

Your body goes into overdrive when he pries you open wider, stroking your thigh as you decorate him, feeling dainty and small caged in by his large, wide frame. 

“Think you can get away with disobeying me, kitten?” He asks with a teasing lilt, relishing in your fucked out reflection in the mirror as you writhe in pleasure. 

“Look at you, such a needy little mess for me.” He purrs, securing a hand on your hip as he kisses your neck, the other toying with your little bundle of nerves. He growls against your hot skin, fingers grasping you hard. 

“Tug my sweatpants and boxers down.” He instructs, but you’re so hinged on his long, thick fingers working wonders you miss what he says. Your eyes are fluttering shut until Taehyung unexpectedly brings a hand down on your pussy and slaps it. 

You gasp in shock, twitching as the pain sends sparks through your cunt. “Tae!” 

“Obey me, kitten.”

The authority in his cadence echoes in the room, and you comply knowing what’ll occur if you don’t. You reach behind you and tug his bottoms down, Taehyung lifting himself up to assist you. They pool at his thighs, Taehyung bringing your bare pussy to the tip of his hardened length standing tall and proud, pre-cum glistening under the room’s lighting. 

Your hips remain elevated until he guides you down, feeling the head of his member prod your pulsing hole and you shudder, his sinful ministrations on your clit euphoric. He swipes his fingers deeply in your fleshy folds and collects your slick, abandoning your pussy to pop his stained fingers into his mouth, licking up your essence as he hums. 

“Mmm, my kitten always tastes so good.” He praises, soothing your tummy as he brings those same two fingers before your mouth, eyes staring into your very soul through the mirror. “Suck them.” 

You listen, wrapping your mouth around Taehyung’s rough fingers and suckling on them, tasting remnants of your cum as your round, innocent eyes watch Taehyung smirk smugly. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?” 

You nod with his digits in your mouth, sucking a little harder and Taehyung hisses pleasurably. He removes them, bringing both his veiny, masculine hands before you and tugging off the sweatband on his wrist, hitching your breath.

“Hands.” He orders, and you’re sputtering like an idiot. “I.. Tae, you don’t-”

“Hands.” He repeats, gulping down at the dangerous timbre in his tone and offering your hands shyly. Your naked boobs squish together as Taehyung takes the wristband and secures it tightly around both your small ones, restraining you. 

He smooths over your forearms when he speaks domineeringly. “This is what happens when you disobey me, kitten.” Taehyung proclaims as he wraps both palms around your pretty hips, nestling your dripping folds against his leaking, angry tip again. 

You sigh out immediately, hands already straining at the wristband. He draws towards your ear, tone so dangerous he leaves goosebumps in his sensual wake. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and ride my cock.” 

Shivers tumble down your body, walls already pulsing feeling just his enourmous tip. You know how deep he’ll penetrate you if you sink down right now, slight humiliation tinging you being like this, lips quivering. “Tae..” 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” Taehyung rubs both your hips, kissing underneath your ear. “It’s only me.” He says as you settle down, Taehyung etching comfort into you, instead sighing out at the sensation of his thick cock gliding against you. 

“Beg me for it, baby.” He commands, gyrating you over him as he sighs. “Beg for my cock, how much do you need me, kitten? Tell me.” 

“Fuck.. I need you so bad, Tae, so bad.” You whimper out, feeling his tip gliding against your core so teasingly you’re twitching. “I need you right now.”

“That’s not enough, more.” 

You choke out a moan, his rubbing so torturous you’re losing your sanity. “Taehyung, baby. I-I can’t.. please, please let me have your cock. Wanna feel you drag inside me, fill me up so good, wanna come all over your big cock.” 

He hums satisfyingly, smoothing over a hip affectionately as he plants a rewarding kiss to your shoulder. 

“Good girl, now go down, baby.” He encourages, soothing your skin. “Lemme feel you bounce on my cock, fuck yourself on me like the needy little kitten you are.”

His words permeate you lustfully, meeting his onyx eyes through the mirror and you comply under his entrancing control. You bite your lip, bare breasts spilling out of Taehyung’s sweater as you lift your ass up. 

You reach for his throbbing cock in between your spread legs, wrapping your tied hand around his shaft and positioning him with your weeping hole. You stroke him generously, watching yourself lewdly do so and growing hornier by the second.  

“Go on, kitten, fit my cock into that tiny little pussy.” He encourages, sighing out at his words as you sink down and feel him compromise your hole. You moan shakily, feeling him intrude your plushy walls, Taehyung stuffing his face into your neck feeling your wet warmth hug around him in all the right ways. 

“Fuck, so wet and tight, my baby’s always so tight for me, shit.” He grunts, boring his fingers into your hips when you swivel them experimentally. The drag of his large cock inside is already delicious, purposefully clenching your walls just to taste his massive size. 

You continue soaking in his sizeable member until you bottom him out, moaning out together. He’s nestled so deep you can feel him nudging your stomach, Taehyung groaning out in gratification. 

“Mmm, look at the way you take me. You were just waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you?” You groan out sharply when Taehyung lightly buck his hips into yours, practically kissing your cervix as you speak out in a sexed over haze. 

“Fuck, Taehyung, feel so full, you’re always so big, baby.” 

He smiles contently, kissing the nape of your neck as you lift yourself up slowly, making sure you savour the burning drag of him inside before dropping back down, listening to your hips smack against his as he groans. 

“That’s it, baby, keep going.” Taehyung purrs, smoothing your hips as you lift yourself until his delicious tip, only to slip down on him, hands bracing against your makeshift bondage. 

Your legs are still pried open on Taehyung’s muscular ones, baring your naked pussy to the mirrors Taehyung eyes pleasurably. He sighs satisfyingly as you begin a light bouncing motion on his throbbing, thick cock, relishing in the heavenly spots he hits inside you. 

Taehyung hisses pleasurably at the sight, quickly grabbing his sweater on you and entirely yanking open the item to see more, exclusively viewing the way your breasts jerk each time you maneuver up and down. He’s whipped for the sight of your cunt all stretched out around him, eagerly reverse cowgirling him as leans back on his palms, enjoying every last bit of this. 

“Shit, this is so fucking hot, look at your pretty pussy taking me.” He moans out in pleasure, strong brows quirked with a shit-eating grin. “Taking me so fucking well, babe.”

“Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good, so fucking good.” You moan, certain if anyone else were near the room right now they could hear your moaning mix with Taehyung’s deep sounds. 

You set a faster pace, the largeness of his cock so thick you find pleasure in every vein dragging across your fleshy walls, leaning yourself forward to gain a harsher, faster momentum, fucking yourself onto his dick desirously as your skin slaps his. 

The angle change serves attention to your aching bud, rubbing relentlessly against the material of his sweatpants and you shudder immediately. You gasp sharply when Taehyung suddenly slithers both his large palms up your body and cups your breasts, fondling them in his hands as he plays with your nipples. 

You continue gyrating your hips, grinding and bouncing all over him. It’s all hitting your head hard, losing yourself in his elongated thickness, his girth that stretches you open so good you’re whining for more. 

“Oh, fuck yes, kitten, just like that.” Taehyung emboldens you as he palms your breasts. “C’mon, baby, work out for me, fuck yourself deeper.” 

Taehyung then begins thrusting himself up into you as he savours the wet warmth of your sweet pussy. He holds you securely in place as groans deeply, his preliminary strokes melting into strong, hard thrusts. 

You reciprocate and fuck him back deep, forcing yourself down in tandem with him until he’s burrowing a home in you, his shaft brushing your g-spot so good butterflies bunch up in the pit of your stomach, veins coursing with adrenaline so hot it’s easy to burn. 

Your head dips in exhaustion, breathing out tired moans as your restricted hands leave your legs carrying all the burden. Your eyes are fluttering shut until you feel Taehyung secure a hand underneath your jaw, squeezing your throat and forcing you to look at yourselves in the mirror. 

“No, you need to see how needy you are for my cock. How good I fuck my little kitten.” He speaks roughly, grunting as he propels into you from underneath and enjoys how breathy you get, taking his constant fucking like a champ. 

“Tae.. I-fuck!” You swear when he thrusts particularly deep, hammering into your already battered pussy as your walls ache, clench as they rake for another orgasm. 

“You love my dick, don’t you? So hungry for my cock? Want me to fuck up your insides? Rearrange your guts?” He growls in a fucked out haze, beginning to suck on your neck as Taehyung unhinges himself, pounds into you from underneath until he’s hitting all your insides. 

You’re so hot and bothered words spill from your mouth, face flushed as your near tears. “Y-yes.. daddy, please.” 

Taehyung immediately comes to a full stop, your lungs losing air at the sudden calmness. You peer at him with confusion in the mirror, seeing his eyes wide in surprise. He’s breathing near erratically, about to ask him what’s going on until a dark storm paints Taehyung’s eyes, the shade so dangerous you’re quick to panic.

“Tae-” You don’t even earn the chance to speak before Taehyung grabs a handful of your thigh, passing your leg across his sturdy shoulders as he whirls you around, suddenly face to face with him. 

Your round eyes meet his demonic gaze, Taehyung suddenly rising to his feet with you still speared on his cock and harshly shoves you up against the gym’s mirrors in a flash. 

You yelp, your body pressed up against the cold glass as Taehyung eyes you with such a devilish glint you turn completely docile. He’s entirely lost control now, the hidden demon in him coming out in full as his hot breath fans your exposed skin. 

“Do you know what the fuck you just did?” He rasps gruffly, a harsh edge to his tone. 

“I-” You’re cut off by Taehyung suddenly bringing his throbbing length to your weeping folds, pushing himself right into you. 

He slides in deliciously with a groan, and you exclaim when he entirely impales you on his cock to your cervix. Taehyung doesn’t give a single fuck about pace anymore, and hits you fast and hard and rough from the get-go, fucking you with so much vigor your moans erode into near screams. 

“Tae-!” 

“You think you can just fucking call me daddy and get away with it, huh?” He questions harshly, pounding into you so roughly your hands slip out of his wristband to grip his biceps, digging into them with a cry. “Think I won’t wreck your shit? Pound your pussy until you’re screaming and crying?” 

“Tae! I didn’t mean-” 

“No, you know exactly what you did.” He admonishes with a particular deep thrust into your pathetic cunt. “How many fucking times did I tell you if you call me daddy you’re not walking for weeks?” 

He’s a true demon now, entirely lost his sanity as you forgot Taehyung’s extreme weakness was his daddy kink, and if you ever uttered the word his hellish fucking surfaces and you’re losing your walking capabilities for good. 

“First, you distract me, then, you disobey me.” He continues in a lust-filled tandem. “Now you wanna call me daddy?” He actually laughs here, hips unforgivingly giving it to you like it’s nobody’s business. 

“God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” And that’s the only warning you get before Taehyung absolutely, and quite literally begins to ruin your insides. He jackhammers into you so hard you’re sure the entire building can hear you, scratching up his biceps so sharply you know you’ll leave red trails all over him. 

But the marks only, and have always turned Taehyung on even more, spearing you on his monstrous cock so deep and hard you need to bite down on his shoulder, squealing against him as you take every powerful thrust. 

“Taehyung!” You manage to whimper, voice heightening in pitch as your arms lose their grasp. 

But Taehyung only increases his onslaught, taking a punishing hand and wrapping it over your mouth as he silences you with burning eyes. “Watch your fucking mouth.” 

His tone is so intimidating your eyes go round, nodding with his hand cast over you while his other clasps your leg open, Taehyung relentlessly railing you up against the mirror. 

“Good girl,” He coos, kissing the tip of your nose. “My kitten’s a good girl, right?” He speaks to you more gently, though it completely contrasts his fast-acting hips. Thrusting hard and deep inside you it’s easy to feel tears well up in your eyes, your exclaims and moans muffled by his hand. 

You hook onto his wrist that’s over your mouth, only left to look into his obsidian eyes that gleam with dark lust, though hold a sense of adoration. 

“You’re so pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” He purrs, the hand holding your thigh open soothing your skin with his thumb. “You’re so good for me, always take me so well, so fucking gorgeous.” 

His sweet words are a paradox compared to his propelling thrusts, pushing your small frame against the mirror until the heat of your bodies fog up the glass, Taehyung sweating profusely with the leftover stamina from his work out as he loses control. 

His proximity allows your clit to rub against his firm abdomen, moaning sharply into Taehyung’s hand as tears prick your eyes, your stomach coiling so tightly you’re just right there, wanting to desperately speak. 

Your grip his wrist hard, signaling to him you need something as you glance down at your skin slapping against each other.

He lightly removes his hand. “What is it, baby?” 

“C-come inside.. me, Tae.. please.” You manage to get out in between his filling pumps, feeling so stuffed he’s in your throat. 

His eyes gloss over with layers of amour and admiration alike, his breathing erratic as he jackhammers everything he has into you. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so in love with you.” He moans before crashing his mouth onto yours, sealing your lips together so desirously he swallows every obscene sound, noise and exclamation you produce. 

Your tongue slithers into his and he sucks on you greedily, never letting up his rough penetration as he returns to supporting you with both hands, kissing you languidly and sloppily. 

You gain a moment to speak in between his quick, hard thrusts, his kisses deep and affectionate. “I love you, Tae. Keep.. keep fucking me, don’t stop.” 

“I won’t, I’ll never stop.” He grunts, somehow increasing his speed and strength. “Fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, never forget the way I make this pussy mine.” 

“Taehyung.. Tae..” You whimper, nearly reaching your limit. “Come back to me, kiss me.” 

Taehyung returns in a second, securing you in his hold even tighter as his fingers bore into the meat of your thighs, certain he’s leaving purple marks. He’s carrying you so lewdly open you can feel your groins aching, burning through every hard pump he fucks into your gut, but his tender kisses soothe you, comfort you. 

Your essence is coating his cock generously, Taehyung penetrating you so ferally you anchor onto him, light tears escaping you at how fucked up your insides are, but if Taehyung’s the one doing it, it’s never felt so right. 

His cock is twitching inside you, pussy equally pulsating around him and you both know it’s near, rutting against each other so desperately and animalistically the gym resounds with your slapping skin and near pornographic noises. 

Your bodies sweat hard and remain heated, making out with deep groans as he spears you on his cock so powerfully until finally, finally, something snaps so violently inside you your mind explodes into fireworks. 

Your body convulses, blacks out, feeling a wet sensation spill from you as you lightly squirt all over his cock. 

“Oh, oh fuck, baby, shit. You’re squirting, holy shit. That’s so hot, that’s way too fucking hot.” And suddenly the vice-like grip you trap Taehyung’s bulging cock in has him shooting strips of cum inside you, decorating your velvet walls. 

He stuffs you to the very brim, giving every last drop of all he possesses as he softly fucks you through your climaxes, his strokes nestling his cum deeper inside you. His face finds your neck, chest rising and falling exhaustively as you hug him to you, your body so limp Taehyung is your only form of strength. 

Taehyung senselessly kisses your throat, canvassing up until he’s underneath your jaw and finds your lips, sealing your mouths for a lazy kiss. He gives you sweet pecks before leaning his forehead against yours, your chests heaving together. 

“That was.. so hot..” He breathes. “Think you can walk.. kitten?” 

“Are you.. fucking kidding me? You’re carrying me home.. you demon.” You breathe harshly, massaging your fingers into his scalp. 

“Your demon, though.” He smirks, deliberately licking his lips in a way that has you too tired to even challenge him. 

You softly chuckle instead, leaning your temple against his shoulder in your post-orgasm bliss. “Guess I’ll never.. interrupt your workout sessions ever again.” 

“Actually..” Taehyung draws out, soothing your back as you lay against him, cock still throbbing inside your beat up walls. “Interrupt me more often, that was the hottest fucking sex we’ve ever had.”

You scoffed dryly. “If you think this was hot, clearly you haven’t thought about shower sex..” You breathe, body rising and falling. “We’re all sweaty.” 

“Did my girl just say shower sex?” You see Taehyung’s eyes gleam with mischief, that one smug, suggestive smirk on his lips and you’re quick to widen your eyes. 

“Oh no, no no no no-” 

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” 

“Taehyung, put me down, now.” 

“Did I hear something? Awh, you love me too?” 

“Taehyung, I’ll throttle you this instant. Don’t you dare-” 

He interrupts you with an indulgent kiss, moaning obnoxiously loud against your mouth as he walks you towards the gym showers. “Make weeks into months, babe, like I said, I’ll never stop.” 

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

100%! I’ve thought about this a lot (more than is socially acceptable) and I got down to a Pitbull and a Rottweiler.

I eventually settled on Pitbulls and it’s because if Bucky was a dog, any dog, he would be a Pitty. They are extremely loyal and eager to please/be of help, though they can be stubborn at times. They’re so smart and they pick up things very quickly, they desperately need exposure therapy to get used to other people (kind of like a grumpy solider we all know and love).

In the end Pitbulls are given an extremely bad wrap that they do not deserve and they only have it because humans hurt them, and forced them to fight and kill each other (which is where loyalty can be a problem).

Humans gave both Pittys and Bucky a bad name.

Justice for Pitbulls and Bucky Barnes!

Okay, lovelies, I'm already over work today. 😂

Let's talk about Bucky instead, shall we? We all know Bucky and Alpine are a dynamic duo. But if he ever decides to get a dog, what breed would he get?

[bokugaos]

Puppet

!! MERRY CHRISTMAS ♡ it’s my birthday so here’s a treat~

MSBY main 4 x f!reader

length: 1.1k

summary: you had a dream about having them fuck you one night. after seeing the pictures, you realize that it may have not been a dream.

tw — noncon, recording, drugging, gangbang, dp, spit roast, size difference, throat + stomach bulge, corruption

Hinata did not expect any of the things his teammates are currently doing, but he definitely will not say no to the front row seat he has, watching your face contort in desperate pleasure and pain as two big cocks rudely make their space next to each other inside your body.

You don't struggle much—at least only during the slight, initial panic when Bokuto nudged his massive cock against your other hole when Sakusa has already filled you to the very brim), just lying against Sakusa’s front, arms hanging over his shoulder and your body absolutely lax.

“Are you sure this isn’t too much?” Hinata asks again when Bokuto slightly shifts and causes you to outright sob; a sound that peters off into a pathetic whimper.

You are a good girl—always happy and offering them your sweet smile whenever you’re with them—and seeing you reduced to an almost drooling mess is as much concerning as it is disturbingly arousing to Hinata.

He turns to Atsumu, wondering about his opinion on this, but the blonde is too focused on your blissed out face, as he is not too far away from the three of you, standing there and stroking his cock to the sight of your stretched out holes.

Sakusa clicks his tongue. He’s definitely annoyed but too occupied with the tiny space he has to work with to say anything. You look tiny between their bodies. Very small.

Bokuto throws him a reassuring grin that somewhat wobbles at the edges. His voice is strained as he says: “It’s all good! Don’t worry too much!”

You are not the only one affected by this. The reminder somewhat assuages Hinata’s worry. He fumbles with his phone, but manages to take a few pictures.

Sakusa growls at him at first when the flash of the camera lights everything in stark light for just a split second, but calms himself down when he quickly remembers that all of them have agreed on it.

At this state, you are too out of it to remember much of the time they take you apart on their cocks, so they’re going to take pictures for keepsake. Not that it is much of a hardship anyway.

Bokuto’s head leans forwards, pressing against the back of your shoulder. They are not moving too much as far as Hinata can tell, but whatever you do with that tight little body of yours has both men panting like dogs, tongues almost lolling as they strain to hang on to their shred of dignity.

“Not gonna last long,” the black-haired announces with a strained voice.

Bokuto lifts his upper lip, showing white, perfect teeth in a menacing grin.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” he says, though his voice doesn’t sound any better. Hinata is not sure about the rivalry that has sprung up between the two formidable men, but he is not going to be the one standing in between.

In any case, the animosity seems to be a lighthearted one. Neither look like they take offense and Sakusa starts smearing hectic kisses along your shoulders, pointedly avoiding your lips, breathing hard and fast, then suddenly stopping. There’s a beat or two of silence, then a drawn out groan from him as he ostensibly fills you up with his first load.

When he pulls back as carefully as can be (and still makes you sob) Hinata is already thrusting the camera at you, eyes trained on the sloppy mess of your hole.

“My turn.” 

You are more alive already when Atsumu slips onto the bed and makes it creak beneath his weight. You look drowsy but eager, twisting slightly while still perched on Bokuto’s cock, and reach for the other man.

Your eyes are heavy lidded and your face is tired looking after the extreme stretch from taking both men, but you don’t seem worse for wear—so after Atsumu gives you a kiss you’ve been begging for, you let Bokuto impatiently rut into you around the way he wants to.

You end up being bent at the hips, whining about having to stand on your own merits but quieting down really fast when you realize that you have been presented with Atsumu’s cock. You smile up at him, bright save for your tired eyes, then try to curl your little hand around the girth because it never fails to excite any of them—to see just how much bigger they are than you.

Next to you, Hinata continues to take pictures.

—

It does not take long for you to get flustered and squirmy after you started looking at the pictures you just received on your phone.

They seem pretty innocent at first, pictures of you where you are smiling up at the camera with your drowsy face and half-lidded eyes. All of a sudden, in the next few pictures, you are completely naked, your clothes obviously placed outside of the frame.

When you come to the one of you getting double stuffed by Bokuto and Sakusa, you make a loud, high-pitched yelp of surprise, your eyes big and obviously scared.

“When did this…?” you whisper, eyes gone glassy. You don’t quite remember it happening, but…

Your fingertips trace the line of your body peeking out between Bokuto’s and Sakusa’s massive bulks. You look like a puppet with its strings cut.

When you flick to the next picture, you make a croaking sound, hand slapping across the screen, eyes big and shocked as you glance around you, making sure nobody saw the pictures that have been presented on the screen of your phone.

“Oh my god…” you whimper, your hips shifting, carefully rubbing your thighs together as you move your hand to cover your mouth and stare in shocked silence at yourself, bent over the side of the bed and stuffed front and back with dick.

Your throat is looking obscene, bulged around the massive girth of Atsumu’s cock—same as your belly that shows a distinct bump from Bokuto giving it to you from behind and fully enjoying your gaping, sloppy hole. 

You may have dreamed about having them fuck you one night. That they were using your holes as they please, holding your limp body around as they took turns giving you their cocks. That when they came, both of them filled up your belly until it’s bulging and sloshing.

Seeing the pictures, you realize that it may have not been a dream.