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wormdebut · 20 days
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WALK HIM LIKE A DOG
@hellion-child you did this. Inspired by this legendary post.
‘It’s not illegal to go to the dog park, just to hear hot dads say Good Girl.’
Rating: M CW: overusage of the term daddy and Eddie just being a horny bastard.
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“You know, this is fucking insane, right?” Chrissy laughs while Eddie lounges on the park bench.
Yes. He’s aware.
He and Chrissy don’t even have a dog and yet—
“Chris. Look at all of these great pet parents, taking care of these little doggies. Look at em. Wonderful. Stunning, very normal.”
Chrissy levels him with a glare. Being on the wrong side of a Chrissy glare is a scary thing, but alas his dog park visits are worth it.
“No. Look, listen. You’ve got all of these doggy daddies taking their lovely pups out for runs and walks and what not and then daddy wraps up his run and takes the precious ones to this here dog park. Woof.”
It really was worth it to Eddie, alright? There is nothing wrong with going to a public dog park to maybe hear a hot sweaty man coo at his dog.
‘Good Boy’
‘Precious Girl’
Bark bark bark or whatever.
Would Eddie ever talk to any of them? Absolutely the fuck not, but a man could dream.
He was bummed though because none of the hot guys were out, today.
Damn.
He is busy scanning the area to see if he missed anyone, Chrissy yapping on and on about how they could just get a dog when someone slows their run to chat.
“Hi!” She says. This woman is tall, short hair messed up from running, she’s got a bright ass orange jacket on, and she is most certainly Chrissy’s type. Thats not fucking fair at all, now is it?
Chrissy’s complaining tapers off. “Hey.”
They smile at each other, and this is truly unfair, Eddie thinks. This whole dog park thing was for him and yet.
“I hope you don’t mind, but me and my best friend just moved to the area and honestly, I think you’re pretty so—I just thought I would say hi.” She hardly makes eye contact with Eddie. So it’s clear who she’s talking to.
Like recognizes like, he supposes.
He can respect the straight forwardness of it all. Chrissy is just kinda staring at her so he speaks up. “Well, I’m Eddie and this is Chrissy, and I can confidently say that she also thinks you’re pretty.”
Both woman turn to stare and him, Chrissy with big eyes and the other woman with a smirk. She speaks, “Well, it must be my lucky day.” She turns back to Chrissy, “I’m Robin.”
The two get talking and Eddie is happy for his best friend, he really is, but where are all the hot men?
He’s about ready to call it quits when he sees a fucking god, running with a ridiculously stunning dog.
Hot people own hot dogs, he supposes.
This guy is—fuck. He’s sweaty from running, and his hair is fucking gorgeous, even after activities. Thats a green flag. Eddie is just shocked.
This is the dog daddy of all dog daddies. He’s wearing tiny fucking red shorts that expose thighs for days and—
“Jesus fuckin’—see?” Eddie doesn’t even care that he is interrupting the girls conversation cause this guys is—god damn. “He could slap a collar on me and walk me like a dog.”
Chrissy balks. “Eddie. We are in the company of a new friend. Robin doesn’t deserves this.”
Eddie simply shrugs and Robin laughs, “No. I think it’s hilarious which guy caught your eye?”
Oh, he likes Robin. “I like her. Get her number—“ He smiles big at Chrissy, before gesturing towards the fucking Adonis in tiny little running shorts. “Anywhozle. That one, look at him. On my knees in a second.”
He ignores Chrissy’s eye roll, and watches as Robin takes in the guy, before busting out in a laugh. “Oh my god—Steve?”
Oh shit.
“I—do you—“ Abort mission. Abort abort.
“Oh yeah, remember that best friend I was telling you guys about?”
She is still laughing, and Chrissy joins her before handing Robin her phone.
Eddie feels like he just got bamboozled.
“Chrissy, babe, I’ll text you. Eddie? I’ll see what I can do.” She smiles at them both before running over to ‘Steve’ and his—their?— gorgeous dog.
“No wait I—“ Eddie tries but she’s already over with Steve who is listening intently to what Robin has to say.
Oh god, oh no. Oh god.
Chrissy is just laughing softly into her hand, which turns into full laughter quick because Steve turns to look at them, smiles and winks.
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energysoda · 6 months
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this came to me in a vision
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linusbenjamin · 5 months
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If evil, why hot?
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confused-gay-alien · 6 months
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hello. this is your daily reminder to go be a creature
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cuntdrool · 6 months
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Leave me alone with your puppy boy. I'm just another dog it'll be fine. I promise. It'll be so fine you wouldn't even believe it. Leave me alone with him and don't even worry about his aching cunt you can trust me not to mount and bite and tackle him. It'll be totally fine. Don't even worry about it. Just take me off my leash and close the door I promise I'll be a good dog.
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slut-katsuki-bakugo · 1 month
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anizscheri · 5 months
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just in case you weren't thinking about wolfstar for some reason
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aws-art · 7 months
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howdy
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annanuna-arts · 4 months
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"More?"
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emmyrosee · 8 months
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Im sorry, I have to bother Osamu
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“I swear to god I’m going to lock you in the bedroom.”
For whatever reason, Osamu decided that this was the night out he was going to dress down, usually sticking with jeans and a sweatshirt for most of the nights with the boys. Tonight however, he looks damn intoxicating, he looks like a bad mistake you’re more than willing to make: muscles jammed in a compression shirt that slightly cinches his waist, settled over the band of his grey sweats that cuff at his ankles. They sit low on his hips and good lord if he doesn’t hide the band of his boxers, you’re going to lose your mind.
“I look bad or somethin?”
“You think you’re gonna leave the house looking that fine! No. You look way too good to be sitting at Bokuto’s house. What do you think this is?”
He snickers as he ties his shoes, “baby, its just the boys-“
“I don’t trust you with that Sunarin. Don’t make me fight him off with a stick.”
He shakes his head and licks his lips, and you groan in frustration as he looks somehow even more fine looking.
He shakes his head and gently reaches up to rub his neck, “I'm so used to you being the eye candy, it's hard to think I could compete-"
“This is not about me,” you say breathlessly, and he gives you a quiet ‘sorry,’ before letting his shy, smiling face turn away. “You, Miya Osamu, are a god amongst mere maggots, and I shouldn’t have the permission to gaze upon you.”
He snorts and shakes his head, “you literally popped a black head on my nose yesterday, shut up.”
“That doesn’t stop you from being an absolute heartthrob.” Your swooning only makes his cheeks heat up more, and he chokes out a shy “stop,” before licking his teeth to try and break the smile on his now sore cheeks.
Quickly, you toss your arms around his neck and plant more than a few kisses to his jawline, noisy and wet, and it has him snorting.
“You’re so pretty,” you whine.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Literally going to wifey you up- you’re so handsome.”
“Shut up!” He titters.
You groan and gently cup his cheeks, “just a few more kisses, shut up and take them.” His lips are pursed out from the squishing of his cheeks as you plant a few kisses around his face, littering his nose and above his eyebrows. When you pass a kiss over his lips, he pushes out to chase the affection.
"You're so handsome." Kiss. "Truly ruining my life." Kiss. "I'd sacrifice my own left foot just to be in the same space as you." Your kiss moves up to his forehead, "literally let me be obsessed with you."
Kiss.
Kiss.
One long kiss.
You go to kiss him again, but you stop quickly as the consequences of your affection glares back at you. Instantly, your hands cover your mouth in shock, and he gives you a small chuckle as he quirks a brow at you, “what’re you lookin’ at?”
“Igaveyouahickey.”
“Huh?”
“Igaveyouahickey,” you repeat, your voice now pitched higher and more frantic. He chuckles again, this time a little more nervous before adjusting the tight cuff of his compression sleeve.
“Very funny, babe.”
You shake your head, “I wish I had those comedic capabilities, Osamu.”
With a gnaw of his lip, he gives you a deep inhale through his nose, “you gave me a hickey… on my forehead?”
“I’m so sorry-“
“how… did you give me a hickey on my forehead?”
“When… when-when I was kissing you,” you begin, now trying to hide your laughter because damn, this is pretty funny- “I think I kissed you too hard.”
“I don’t think this was a kiss, I think it’s when you sucked my face,” he says in exhaustion, working up the courage to look in the camera of his phone. He tucks his lips in to fight off his own smile, and that causes you to finally break out in laughter. Your arms clutch your sides as he stares at himself; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch. Just a close-smile stare.
“And what exactly do you plan to do to help me with this?” He asks, full knowing you don’t have a plan. You beam up innocently, and he knows that this is not going work and he’s going to walk into Bokuto’s house with bags of food and a damned purple hickey above his eyebrow.
You stalk over to him and reach your hand up and into his hair, dragging out the not-so neat locks to have some longer chunks in the center of his forehead and just above his brow, “here. Now no one will know!”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
“Are your pants on fire, you LIAR?”
You snicker and pull back, admiring him and the pretty purple mark on his head. "It brings out your eye color."
"Oh, thank God, I was worried."
You laugh and make your way back into his arms, and he embraces you happily. "At least I don't have to worry about anyone taking you from me tonight,” you tease.
He smiles and kisses your lips, nipping at them to make you squeak, "never have to worry about that ever, baby."
"Except with Sunarin."
"Not true-“
"And Akaashi-san."
He smirks, "you may lose me to Akaashi-san."
"That's very fair."
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puppy-flynn · 2 months
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𐂯please please plsplsppss bend me over miss and make fun of me for the fact my cunt is dripping just because of a few light touches >~< tug on my hair and force you're cock in me just because I dare close my legs from embarrassment. Fuck me to the point I forget everything so all I know is how to be the perfect slut for you :3 𐂯
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broth-boy · 2 years
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cannibaleather · 2 months
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BITE THE THROAT THAT CALLS YOU A 'GOOD GIRL' YOU'RE NOT JUST A MAN YOU'RE A DOG BARK FOR ME DOG, SHOW ME YOUR TEETH
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linusbenjamin · 5 months
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more 'If evil, why hot?'
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ratstuckintheblender · 2 months
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My bookie bear 😼
He’s such a shlut(lovingly🫶)
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DTIYS -second one since ever
@itsxroxannex -second img/original
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ave661 · 3 months
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OHMYGOD-
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