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#praise be to dogs
gaia-prime · 2 years
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originalzin · 1 year
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Dog girls want one thing, and it's fucking disgusting.
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kaionyx · 10 days
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I seen someone get upset with simply being praised in an ask and thought, why as a dom are you not supposed to like praise too? If I had a sub tell me “good boy” from finally letting all my stress go after exams and fucking them into the mattress so well, I promise you we’re not stopping until god himself has no choice but to let them bear my child after the constant loads I rut back into them.
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softd0m-charlie · 2 months
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i love being a dom top all the time and everything but i can't help but wonder about having sex a little differently sometimes. like riding someone's dick/strap and holding them down underneath me, praising them for being so good and letting me use them to feel full.
maybe having them on a leash while they're inside me and giving them orders to fuck me faster, slower, harder, more gently, whatever i want them to do to me.
"that's it baby, fuck. there you go, keep going just like that, puppy. you're doing so fucking good for me, keep fucking me just like that. ohh my god, that's it. that's it, that's it. right there."
not letting them cum until i do, and once i do, making them cum however they want me to and praising them for being so, so good for me and making me cum exactly the way i asked of them.
or maybe the other way around, too. like more of a service top thing. because i love fucking someone selfishly, but i also wanna do it with the sole intention of making them feel as good as possible. being instructed on exactly what gives them the most pleasure and doing it until they're a squirming mess underneath me, praising me over and over for doing so well and being such a good boy.
"like this, huh? okay... does that feel better, baby? yeah? oh, there we go. I'm so glad i can make you feel good like this. am i doing it right? am i being good for you?"
i wouldn't even care about cumming afterwards, I'd just be satisfied knowing that i did a good job and feeling proud of myself.
you know, just some thoughts I've been having lately.
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solargeist · 2 months
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whoops! found family horror! you're a dog! you're a dog!
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."
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"It ain't that complicated!"
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How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.
#he makes me feel so emo#this life was never meant for you but your fate was forced#the way dutch (and hosea) talks to arthur like he's stupid will never sit right with me#like they've been by his side over 20 years they KNOW he isn't stupid because if he was he would have been gone a long time ago#not only is arthur incredibly emotionally smart but he's a trained conman vault breaker gunslinger horse rider you name it#the fact that his own adoptive parents break him down like that hurts#it's a manipulation tactic on dutch's end - break your victims self esteem to make them chase your praise and approval#hosea I believe has just gone along with that kind of attitude but in a different way he just likes to jest lightheartedly#arthur doesn't see the difference though and it's understandable but he takes it to heart#the worst part is that hosea sees through his tough guy act and has called arthur out on it#his act is a defence mechanism to protect himself from being too vulnerable - in arthur's mind#and it isn't a sudden thing it's very likely something that has built over the years given the life he has lived#and hosea notices he knows this#but they still jab at arthur#oh it hurts#is he your son dutch? or is he your guard dog? your personal workhorse?#playing through the second time is opening my eyes more and more#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#mick squeaks#mick rants#mick gifs#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#liveblogging#you guys gotta understand - arthur seeks and longs for dutch's approval he'll never say it but it's the key motive behind his loyalty#and arthur *rejects* dutch's comfort#he doesn't *want* dutch to pat him on the shoulder because he knows dutch is digging them an even deeper hole#he doesn't want that touch he craves#it's so insanely monumental for such a small scene because it shows us how arthur feels without telling us
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ssaraexposs · 24 days
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The way he wants to prove WRONG to Atsushi. The way he wants to prove that he's not like Dazai. He knows Kyouka deserved better from him and also knows he actually owes her. After everything they've been through, he saw the change in her eyes. He's seen how much she's grown, and how much she worked for become the girl he saw in that right moment.
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oxtoblur · 25 days
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Drunk Chuuya: 1
Dazai: 0
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gaia-prime · 2 years
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a boy 🐻
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serapheemz · 8 months
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‧₊˚🖇️✩ His home
The relationship between you and the Sky Casino manager grows wildly to the point you feel as if you had to give into your desires.
ADDITIONAL : Sigma is a bottom ; There's some praise kink sprinkled in there ; First time ; Handjob ; Blowjob ; Gentle sex ; Mind break, kinda ?
Author's note : This is a really short drabble, around 800 words, apologies for not writing a full on oneshot today as I'm feeling pretty icky 🤧
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Sigma is and has always been a gentle soul.
You caught yourself being infatuated by him. It could've easily been because he was the only sane member of the Decay of Angels, but deep down you felt it was because his loneliness made your heart sting and your stomach tingle with excitement.
He was one to easily break, and willingly surrender, unlike your colleagues. It was a nice change of pace when you were around him, to say the least.
Whenever Nikolai's or Fyodor's etiquette and actions got to your head, annoying the hell out of you, you'd find yourself hanging around him.
It never occurred to you until recently that he'd become rather attached to you.
Every day he'd discover a new way to be around you. He didn't even need to talk or look at you. His heart fluttered from just sharing the same sofa or bench as him.
You knew of his longing for a home. You guessed he had found it.
You were his home.
You thought of those words one night, replaying them in your head over and over again, and for some reason, your cheeks turned scarlet and your heart beat melodiously in your chest. You had just about forgotten Sigma's head was resting on your shoulder as he peacefully breathed, slowly, in and out, seemingly smiling. Perhaps he was dreaming of something nice.
You couldn't contain your enthusiasm when you heard him softly moan your name in his sleep.
Nevertheless, when he woke up, things took a more sinister turn.
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚
You pumped your hand around his thrumming shaft, spitting a glob of your saliva and watching it drip down to his balls, where your hands gently fondled.
Only god knows what Sigma was thinking in the moment. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded in lust, his hands gripping the pillow underneath his palm. You swore he was in a state of delirium as you worked your hands around and down his dick.
"You okay?" You spoke, lips latched on his tip, tongue circling it, feeling the crevices.
God, you were destroying the poor guy.
Your touches and kisses to his cock sent terrifyingly pleasurable tremors down his spine, to his stomach where he felt another orgasm coil up and break him down further.
He mumbled and looked away, desperately searching for an object to fixate his attention on, just not you. It wouldn't work, of course. He found himself unable to control his whines anymore, letting them spill and spill from his lips till all you could make out were his begs to come.
"Y-yes, 'm fine... co-com...in..." He sputtered, hand clasping against his mouth.
Obviously, you wouldn't let him do that, not when he was so close to finishing. You slowly raised yourself on your two feet, meeting him at eye level, carefully removing his hand and holding it in your own.
"Look at me, sweetheart." You whispered and he whined, listening cautiously to your words. "You gotta calm down, okay? Hold my hand." He gripped it, trying to ground himself as your hands heightened their speed, squeezing ever so gently around the base of his cock.
"Y-yes, uh-huh...?"
"I know you wanna come, so lay back, you're tense. You'll hurt yourself if you don't relax."
Sigma did exactly as you told him. What a good boy he was. You swore you felt a pang in your heart when you saw how obedient he was, listening to you and following your orders like some sort of dog. It was all too cute.
He leaned back on the bed, giving you space to inch closer to him and inspect his face. His cheeks were hot pink and there was sweat sticking to his bi-colored bangs.
You swiped the hair out of his eyes, leaning in to press a long kiss to his forehead as he stuttered, eyes rolling back into his skull.
The feeling of your body pressed up against his had him back in his delirious state, causing his hips to rock subconsciously into your hands, fucking himself against the fingers you had wrapped around him so deliciously.
"Y/n, o-oh god..." He stuttered, breath catching in his throat.
"Come on, pretty, you can do this..."
"Gonna- Gonna c-c-" Sigma threw his head back, hips giving out from the intense euphoria that washed over him like a wave of pleasure. The sweet aftershocks of his orgasm caused him to frown and hiss as you leaned down to lick the creamy fluids that slid down his shaft.
His eyes held wide and his hands shuddered as they weakly gripped yours. The mere sight of you licking the cum off his dick made him hard again. He sighed, mumbling something under his breath,
"...Can we do that again?"
You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sure, anything for you."
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everchased · 3 months
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i confess i am very curious... what is finch like as a lover
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depends on who's holding the leash
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mishiami · 10 months
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is anyone in the crowd normal or has everyone else been thinking about them for the past 12 hours since this episode
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gfdazai · 2 months
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Kissing his tears away. ♡
no cws rlly, Atsushi is having a flashback and is in a state of confusion for the first half of it. established relationship. It implies his episodes to be a repeated thing towards the end. Hurt/comfort? Wc 500ish, not edited/proofchecked. GN reader! {No pronouns or terms (other than precious) being used towards reader.}
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Atsushi, who's crying after having an episode of flashbacks. He's stuck in his dorm, curled up in a closet as he mutters and pleads for whoever to stop.
You, precious, you. You stepping into his dorm, the door falling shut alarming him of your presence — taking your shoes off by the door, wanting to be polite, after all.
Atsushi doesn't want to come out of the closet, scared of what's waiting outside of it for him. He's shaking — his breathing quiet, but panicked.
He's wants to plead for forgiveness, scared of whatever punishment he's getting from the head of the orphanage, but is frozen when he hears footsteps approaching.
He puts his hands over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut, silently praying for forgiveness, when he hears a short, soft voice.
"Atsushi?"
He pauses, not sure of what to do. What if this was all a trick? He's probably imagining you, and the director will find him any moment...
He doesn't fight when you gently tug him up, or out of the closet, just apologizing and standing there, unsure of what to do. ...Should he say he's fine, when he's clearly not?... He's never been caught in this bad of an episode. He's supposed to be bright and sunny Atsushi Nakajima.
"Atsushi..." You say softly, "Can I touch you?" His eyes slowly and hesitantly open, eyes fluttering to your face — the image being slightly distorted by his tearful eyes.
His hands slowly unclench his hair, the stinging finally settling into his scalp — he hopes he didn't cause himself to bleed. Again. He nods a little, swallowing — not trusting his voice.
You smile, and God. You look so trustworthy, so... So different from the director. Of course you're not the director — how could he ever think so?... The director is gone, Atsushi is out of the orphanage. He's not there anymore... He shouldn't be having these thoughts — these memories.
You gently tug him onto the couch, your hand lovingly combing out the tangles in his messy hair. He lets you. He stiffens a little at first, but when you intertwine your fingers with his? His breathing grows a little softer.
"Would you be comfortable sharing what triggered you?" You ask, voice not pressuring him at all, but he still feels guilty for not answering automatically. He swallows, his gaze falling to the floor as he shakes his head.
"It's okay, Atsushi." You murmur, and he feels your soft, slightly warm lips pressing against the coolness of his tears. When did he start crying?... He sniffles pathetically at that.
"I'm sorry..." He mutters, hiding his face in his hands. "I'm sorry." He repeats. He doesn't know how to react, but he doesn't stop you again.
"It's okay. I'm not mad." You mumble softly, and he folds, turning and clinging to you. He hides his face in your neck and just... Cries. He cries like a broken boy — like a broken child.
You kiss his tears, kissing away the salty, memories of the past. You kiss away his scars, his scares — his past.
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Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡
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mangofanarts · 5 months
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I love q!Bad being a liar, I love how he gets into denial and can't get himself to admit to emotional vulnerability with people. He's fine, he says while his back is glowing green and it's growing and it's hurting and his head is hurting too. But it's okay, because he says he's fine so you should believe him and move on despite the better gut instincts you have in not trusting him at his word. He's fine as he wanders around lost without his kids around and confused and picking flowers and not understanding what's happening. He's just chilly! That's why he's wearing armor, knowing fully well that he doesn't want to make others more concerned about him despite his kids hearing him cough and splashing their health potions on him in an effort to help their dad, not knowing how really far gone he is.
He's rebuilt something he thought felt like a home and showed it to a teammate that was in the same situation as him. It was comfort to him, it was his slice of heaven in hell. For her, it was always hell - it wasn't ever a comfort. It was survival. She calls him a freak and monster and runs. He says to himself that he thinks she liked the surprise as she talks about how upsetting the whole killing event was with his child and that it was a nightmare. He's watching her from afar as if he was a dog that did a bad thing, afraid he will do another bad thing. He's picking up flowers silently before handing her a totem later on, he's saying sorry without saying it to her. Whether or not she understands his apology in silence, she thanks him and hugs him later anyways.
Even so, he says he wants to keep it a surprise for the others with an excited voice! If I was q!Bad, I would never show my recreation to anyone again after q!Tina's reaction. I would feel ashamed, embarrassed for thinking that the recreation I made could have been comfort to someone else. For even asking her if it was cool and awesome and great. I wonder if it's because he wants a different reaction.
The others won't act like how she did, right? Surely there must be someone that feels like it was a part of home? That as stressful and horrible purgatory was, there was a bit of good, wasn't there? Can't one of his previous teammates recognize his feelings? The yearning? Longing? Is it.....only the dog that thought their home was something special? The experience of it? No, there has to be someone that was in his team that'll appreciate what he did. Someone that is nostalgic about it and will pat him on the head, throw him a bone and praise him about it. To be grateful about the dedicated days he's put effort into making it as perfect as possible and so closely identical to the original base.
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jounosnumberoneslut · 9 months
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Jouno: *exists*
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Tetchou and the Jouno stans:
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petbrain · 19 days
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tell me im a good dog and hold me like one
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