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angelatsumu · 2 years
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thinking of dom!katsuki comforting you in subspace after a scene <33
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luvrxbunny · 7 months
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consistently jerking him off to the tempo of his favorite song so he gets unbearably hard every time it comes on
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notroosterbradshaw · 9 months
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but imagine meeting Bradley at puppy school. a puppy school meet cute.
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He never considered adopting a puppy, all paws, playful growls and yips, and you can tell he's in over his head immediately, but the pup looks at him with heart eyes, desperate to please him. You’re there too, struggling with your young pup.
He's a few feet away and cooing to his pup to please, please heel. And of course, you notice he’s absolutely gorgeous but you’re deadset on focusing on your pup who needs you and you're desperate to find ways to save more bite marks and scratches from your couch.
You're lying to admit you are going out of your way to avoid his warm hazel eyes as he watches you struggle with your pup fondly. His eyes dance, and it is distracting you to your core. He is incredibly good looking and you’re very surprised he’s not here with his partner because if he’s not locked down, you’d be very, very surprised.
He's chuckling quietly as you're wrapped up in your pup's leash and you want the floor to swallow you up, but you're far too wrangled at this point. You gave him a meek smile as you untangled yourself.
“Now for some socialisation,” the trainer announces towards the end of a session that has been frustrating at best. They call upon you and Bradley first from the small group while you’re directed to let pups greet each other face-to-face (snout-to-snout) for a few seconds. It's polite, it's adorable as your pup shies away from his.
He gives you a gentle smile as he tries and fails to restrain his pup from trying to wrestle with yours. “I’m so sorry,” he apologises as you carefully pet your pup to reassure and calm him. “This is Archibald - or Archie.”
You give him a half smile as the pups start behaving and letting them boop noses for a few seconds and give him your pup’s name before they start wrestling again, but the sweet hello between the pups goes well as you pry them apart again. "That's a very formal name."
He actually laughs. "Well, I usually go by a nickname a' sorts most of the time. Something cute - or dog-like - didn't seem fair when I already had the ridiculous name."
"What's your nickname?" you asked, and immediately he grins and you feel like you've walked right into his little plan. You're incredibly impressed and fairly mortified with his gusto... he's so smooth, and you are endeared by him immediately. He could break your heart into a million pieces and he probably knows it too.
"My callsign is Rooster," he said. Ahh, a flyboy. Of course. He definitely could break your heart. "I'm Bradley," he gripped the leash in his hand and offers your his spare. "And you are..."
You tell him your name as your hand slips delicately into his and his palm is so, so warm and big, you don't want to let go.
"Nice to meet you both," he smiled gently as the pups needed to be gently pried apart again and you go back to your spot, quietly asking your pup to sit and pleased when he does so. But you can feel Bradley’s gaze radiating in your direction.
Tidying up your stash of puppy training gear after the session, Bradley asks if you enjoyed the class and you'd be lying if you said no. He'd certainly made it more interesting even if you got less out of it than planned. He's happy with your answer, and when he asks you for coffee or maybe a puppy playdate sometime, you can't fight it and say yes far too quickly.
You are floating home, and as he watches you leave, he rubs Archie's ears and whispers gently, "Didn't expect that today," he calls for a high five and Archie immediately raises his paw as Bradley chuckles. "Yes, good work, bud," and he rewards him with a treat.
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more Bradley Bradshaw: Dog Dad:
the origin of betsy ; Three’s a Crowd 
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needytboy · 2 years
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want to tie up a pretty pup with their legs spread apart and start with my smallest vibrator, running it over their nipples and teasing them, making their nipples hard, and tugging and kissing on them. then to move up to my rose vibrator, it gently lapping at their sweet clit as they moan. i would like to clamp their nipples and slide a plug inside their tight ass. to use all of my toys on them, no matter what, i would make it work. to truly bring them to their limits, from slapping them with my paddle to overstimulating them with my hitachi. i just want to use them as a test subject, to see how much a pretty slut can take before they break.
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wolfiewhiskeybutch · 1 year
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I don't know if it's the masochist in me, some sort of primal side or both but I want a pretty girl to press into a bruise of mine, intentionally, watch me squirm, gasp, and whine while she forces me to keep eye contact with her. The warmth and pain blossoming from her touch each time, over and over--anchored by her fingers wrapped around my throat or her thumb and forefinger on my chin. My eyes glazing over with each dull throb and ache while she murmurs "good boy" in my ear. 🤤🥴😵🐺
On the flip side:
Trying to be soft and gentle for my sweet femme, fucking her tenderly only for her to press into a bruise or sore spot, wanting to break my restraint. The flare of pain drawing a grunt and soft moan, hips pressing forward suddenly and filling her, pulling a triumphant gasp from her because she knows I'm going to fuck her into the mattress the way she needs to be. 🤤🥴😵🐺
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I love/hate Lacroix from VTMB but the amount of disgusted pining I love to imagine him having toward the fledgling is so chef's kiss. Like he has them doing all of these suicide missions but eventually they're actually doing so well and are genuinely impressive that he can't help but feel this weird possessiveness over them when they bring up Nines. Like Sebastian hates the idea of charming Nines winning over HIS fledgling, the fledgling HE decided to spare (even if it was Nines's idea lol) so he orders fledgling around to keep them away from the Anarchs as much as he can. When it's time for the bloodhunt call on Nines, he is wayyyy too eager to call it because it means Nines won't be the fledgling's secondary savior anymore, leaving Lacroix as the only one Fledgling has in the end
LaCroix hating that ignorant uncouth Fledgling who just barely does a passable job and somehow survives all of the missions he sends them to die on. He's always so unpleasantly surprised to see them back in his office, ready for another assignment. And yet their presence isn't entirely unwelcome. He likes having someone so new to the World of Darkness to explain everything to, to show his superiority to. And that scrappy upstart attitude of theirs is endearing, sort of like how a human would find a three-legged dog playing tug of war endearing.
And regardless of his dislike for them overall, they're HIS Fledgling. Nobody should command their attention more than him, especially not any of those ignorant pointless rebels that call themselves Anarchs. They keep insisting that they have his Fledgling's best interests at hear, but...they're his! His best interests are their best interests, so obviously the Anarchs have no right to disrupt his plans. And even if Darling is from another clan, they're his responsibility. Like a stray pet foisted on him. If anyone else tries to take it from him, then they're trying to steal what's his. And maybe they can be molded into something truly useful under him--not as low as a Ghoul, but just as useful, and who needs to be just as obedient. That is, if Nines won't stop trying to insert himself and leading his Fledgling down the wrong path.
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hammypup · 1 year
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Need a good little slut to come lick my boots clean ✨
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dank-banshee · 10 months
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Heyo, is it ok for me to let you draw a Slurpuff? Glhf!
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Marshmallow Doeggie
[Image ID: A digital drawing of the Pokémon Slurpuff. It is jumping, arms extended, towards the viewer with its tongue out. White contours jiggle around the Pokémon on a pink background, indicating motion./.End ID]
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dumb-puppy-whore · 2 years
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making my Femme wear my color so that she remembers that she's mine and only mine 🤝 her fucking me in the outfit I chose
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ropes-and-rosemary · 8 days
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they* cant keep getting away with this**!!!!!!!
*my roomie
**giving me really good nice head scritches and then STOPPING
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angelatsumu · 5 months
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bedtime with olderboyfriend!simon <3
thinking of older!boyfriend!simon who says “lights off” before turning off your nightstand and leaving you to scroll endlessly on your phone in the dark. he thinks it’s an indicator that you should be going to bed, but once he’s rolled over he can still hear the incessant tapping of your fingernails scrolling through each video and image on your feed. he clears his throat, hoping you’d get the hint. when he hears the clatter of nails again, he grunts at you. “phones off too, pup. y’know damn well it’s jus’ gonna ruin your sleep,” he huffs matter-of-factly, and you whine a little protest before conceding. you place your phone down next to your lover’s and curl up under the covers beside him.
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sprout-fics · 10 months
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Werewolf König holding you down -or up- by your hips and just fucking you like an absolute fleshlight while he’s lost in the moon sauce. Send tweet
The monster Konig thot energy has been so strong recently here what-
(Werewolf sex, Mentions of breeding, Size difference, Werewolf dick, Possessiveness, Reader getting her shop wrecked)
“K-König, g-gentle-”
It’s a plea gasped against the darkness, one that echoes softly into the forest, muffled by the sounds of the werewolf above you, bent over you, pressing you into the damp leaves and soft soil. His massive frame above you brackets you in on all sides, one bulging forearm braced well above your head, the other securing your hips flush to his, dragging you back with every brutal, snapping thrust that has him burying himself deep inside you. 
König huffs in your ear, doesn’t respond to your plea. Yet his hips do slow from their vigorous, powerful thrusting to something mildly resembling gentleness. König still doesn’t try to keep himself from drilling the tip of his monstrous shaft against the curve of your womb, rolling his hips in a dizzying onslaught that has fire brimming in your blood. Your fingers curl into the soil in a vain attempt to ground yourself, face pressed nearly flat against the forest floor, ass hauled high in the air, skirt shoved up around your waist where it bunches under his claws. 
Gods, you must look a mess.
Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, with the intoxicating, delicious drag of his girth from your velvety walls, clinging to him with every retreat. The sensation alone is enough to make you shudder, make a consuming heat pool low below your belly. It fissures outwards, tracing along every nerve ending, rendering you boneless against him as he maneuvers you to his whim. With every roll of his hips to meet yours there’s a wrecked rush of air that exhales past your swollen lips, teethed raw by your vain attempts to contain your moans. Drool pools at the corner of your mouth, brow scrunched in suffocating pleasure as the monster above you drives into you with wild abandon.
There’s a whine, broken and pleading that tears at your throat, his warm breath fogging your nape, your shoulder, where he has to restrain himself from seizing your tender flesh between his teeth. Anything to satiate the beast inside of him, to tame the growling, rampant fever that stalks in his bones with the feral urge to claim, to breed.
There’s a pause for a moment as the beast growls into your ear, and the sound alone has you whimper, pliant and submissive under him like a pup. You don’t dare move, knowing König will only press you back where he wants you, cave to his desire to have you how he wants you. You go willingly, surrender to him and the monster coiled within his frame. The moon above you both hangs yellow and full, gleaming like the untamed glint in the eyes of your strange lover. 
König withdraws completely, and the loss of complete and utter fullness is so startling that you whine, try and press back to chase him. Yet the weight across your shoulders vanishes, and instead two massive paws come to grasp below your hips. With his terrifying strength König lifts you, has you fall back against his broad, hairy chest with a shuddering gasp. Your hands fall to grasp the fur on his arms, anchoring yourself even as the world spins around you, the cool mist a balm to your feverish, sweaty skin. 
Yet then you feel the tip of him catch against your stretched entrance, and there’s little warning before Konig lowers you down.
The moan that ruptures from your chest cracks your voice, cunt fluttering helplessly around his girth, stretching you wide around him. It isn’t long before König resumes his previous pace, battering against you as skin meets skin, as every thrust has a cracked cry bubble up inside you. 
“You are mine.” He growls in your ear, teeth skimming dangerously over the exposed flesh of your shoulder, threatening to add to the litany of marks there from his previous claims. You grasp at him, drag him closer as the teeth press down into the skin. “Nobody else.”
“My mate. Mine.”
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thots on pup!ghost and shy!reader ? not knowing what to do with a big dog like him -- you know... constantly barking, whining, snarling, growling... just overall and overwhelming little shithead :(
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NSFW MDNI 🔞
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this is such a cute idea 🥰 taking a little bit of liberty and doing a hybrid Ghost because aaaa so cute ♡♡
cw: hybrid au, canine hybrid Ghost, dog behavior, giant dog breed coded, switch! reader, switch! simon, breeding kink, biting, scenting, licking yadda yadda
when you first met Simon the last thing you expected him to be was a hybrid, let alone one so big. he always had an unfair advantage, considering his ears were covered and his tail was docked for liability reasons.. can't have a tail get caught in something on the field.
that's not to say there weren't signs that he was a hybrid. his sense of smell was uncanny, even asking you about food you ate the night before or a new body wash you try.
you don't see his mouth often, but the few glimpses of his pretty smile you get are often laced with sharp canines.
you also heard mumblings about "ghost imprinted on someone" but you assumed it was all speculation. what a shocker it turned out to be when that imprint was on you. those quick touches and gentle brushes of arms through the base were all him slowly putting his scent on you. warning others to stay away.
simon knows he can't be around all the time so he takes scenting and marking very seriously. when you allow him to leave a permanent mark of his teeth right on your shoulder, he's ecstatic. despite that depan look, his nub tail is wagging a mile a minute
forgets his size sometimes- his bite is just as big, if not bigger than his bark. will accidentally bulldoze you when he's greeting you. or he'll throw his weight around when you're cuddling, leaving you trapped under a chest, a shoulder, a leg, any part of him really.
always turns his ears directly at you when you're talking to him. even if he isn't facing you, his ears certainly are.
slut for tummy scratches. he loves them so much, especially if your nails are grown out a bit. scratch his dirty blonde happy trail and he does those groans from deep in his chest.
take your scratches down his v line, to his thighs and his bucking his hips rumbling something about "stop teasing" him
sloppy eater and prefers it from the back. whatever hybrid he is, he's mixed with a breed that drools 💔 pulls open your cheeks, and spits directly into your hole. crazy about eating you out properly, even at his own edging expense
flat ears and tail wagging when he's cumming deep in your heat. bit of a chatterbug when he's buried to the hilt
"fuck.. gonna fill you full of pups, yeah?"
"w'so pent up.. needed you so bad-"
panting with his big chest sweaty and puffing rorooroorroo
simon loves when you talk to him, too. He wants every sense to be consumed by you, and when you talk, it's even better. throw in some oral fixation kinks, and he's going crazy for you. pull his scarred lip up with your thumb and smile at him
"c'mon Si. show me those pretty teeth when you fuck me ♡" your voice is making him go cross-eyed.
"j'st like that-" he nods obediently
gets a bit flustered if you praise him after sex. nothing crazy, but he lowers his head against your neck with a timidly wagging tail. rubs your hips and wuffs about how you're making his cheeks warm.
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wolfiewhiskeybutch · 2 years
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Tonight's mood:
In need of an all day tease and denial thing at the hands of a demon femme.
Where she's woken up before me because I had a hell of a day the day before and am tired. Her kisses are gentle, yet firm and one of the few things that can coax me out of a deep sleep. I'm still bleary eyed when she pulls the leather cuffs from the nightstand and holds my gaze as she fastens them around my wrists then attaches them with rope to the anchor points bolted to the bed.
And then her kisses are gone and she's just out of reach, but then I can see what she's wearing: her favorite lingerie set that she knows I adore on her, lacey and sheer in all the right places in a way that leaves me aching for her.
Running her hands over herself, the show is as much for her as it is for me, as a sleepy whine escapes my throat as I tug against the restraints, needing to reach out and touch her on instinct.
"Uh-uh, no touching handsome, just watch" Her voice is the softest torture to my ears because she's soooo beautiful, so perfect, she knows me so well, knows I need what she has planned, knows I'll do anything to be good for her, but my need to touch her is so strong, and I know when she's like this I'll be thoroughly wrung out by the end of the night before she curls into my side again.
She waits until I nod my understanding with a quiet "yes Ma'am" before she resumes her show as I take her in greedily, losing myself in her motions until her fingers dip under the lacey fabric of her panties and she lets out the sweetest moan, shuddering as she pleasures herself, all sense of teasing tossed aside and I can't help but let out another whine, my hips bucking, clit aching at the absence of any stimulation, of watching her fill herself with her fingers wishing it was me filling her, knowing it should be me filling her.
It's an exercise in quiet futility, the closer she gets to her release, the more I tug on my restraints, whining and whimpering softly, not enough to distract her and make her stop, but enough that she knows I'm already so needy for her. More moans spill from her lips and her breath hitches, my body tensing with hers, and then she finally finds her release and even though my body relaxes with her, there's none of the bliss that's gracing her features, only lingering, throbbing need.
She leans forward and kisses me, still breathless, before she undoes my restraints and moves out of my grasp with a smile on her lips.
Throughout the day she teases me, orders me around, and I'm all too happy to lean into it, to sink into it because I've been carrying on, trudging along for a while and I'm eager to put that weight aside for a time.
She's got my chin gingerly between her thumb and forefinger, while I edge myself me over and over for her, I've lost count how many, wave after wave of building pressure never quite peaking, pushing all thoughts out until I'm a panting, whining, whimpering mess for her, but it feels so good to be good for her, too good to stop edging, too good to dare to cum, and she knows it.
Humping her leg after being given permission only for her to look down with a dismissive "that's enough now, pup."
Clinging to her and shuddering as I stop, burying my face in her thigh and nodding, muttering a thank you.
Then later in the evening, a while after I've made us dinner, we're in bed where this day started and there's a glimmer of hope in my eyes, she'd asked me to hard pack after dinner...surely this time she'd let me cum?
It doesn't take much to make me empty headed again, she's in my lap, grinding against my bulge and kissing my neck 'til I'm dizzy with her. Just her, Her, HER in a loop in my mind. So much so that I don't even realize the static noise floating around my ears is made up of my whines and whimpers and frantic pleas of "please, Ma'am" and "baby, please" and I couldn't even tell you what I was begging for.
She murmurs something I vaguely catch as her saying I've been such a good boy, so helpful, so useful, so perfect for her and she knows those words tug at my head, my heart, my entire being, she's going to use me to make her feel good, and don't I want that? To be even more useful, just for her?
I move to touch her, to help guide her hips as she rides me and feel her hand around my throat, her quiet tsk of disappointment piercing and stopping my movements.
"Toys don't touch, baby." She accentuates the word "Toys" with an intoxicating squeeze of my throat before she starts riding as my palms plant themselves on the bed, fingers digging into and gripping the blankets.
She's driving me out of my mind, the pressure of my strap hitting just right and her moans sending tingles down my spine the closer she gets to another orgasm and my pleas start again and I bury my face in her chest, trying to resist the urge, and she lets me, because I've come too far, I can't disappoint her and it's getting so hard holding out when she feels like solace and sounds like heaven, perfection incarnate.
She never says it though, never gives permission, even after she cums, even after she yawns and peels herself out of her outfit. Not even as she kisses me, and can surely see the sticky, wet, glistening mess clinging to my thighs.
"This was fun, pup, you were such a good boy for me. We should do this again." She smiles, seemingly unaware or ignoring my desperate state, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, didn't want it again.
It wouldn't be forever either, I trust her to know me well enough to give me that release when I'm good and ready, when she's good and ready.
She knows I needed a break, and she is more than happy to give me one.
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frogchiro · 2 months
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can I request thots on hybrid coyote graves and maybe a sweet little farmer who dotes on him- she legit gives him food and scratches all the time thinking he's a dog because of how sweet he is to her- plot twist he's just being polite cuz he's in love and is ready to mate her anytime she bends over 💕 bonus points if she's totally receptive and that makes him go feral
I think you'd like my cottage core!Reader au I did a while back!! Bc it's basically what you described, just Coyote!Philip being the biggest menace to poor reader who just wants to live her quaint and calm life in her cottage surrounded by forests and rolling fields of green, but suddenly this loud, cocky coyote hybrid appeared!
He may be loud with his howls and yowls and keeping you up at night but that are just his mating calls! He wants you to know he's an eligible coyote male, very strong and virile and that he's ready to mate with you! And he has to let you know too!
But you never hold that against him, bless your heart. You can never say no to those big blue eyes and the charming, toothy smile he sends your way. He's older but very handsome in a rogue-ish, rugged way. And he's very friendly and chatty too! Swings by your cottage every day to chat with you and spending the whole day with you (sometimes the night too, unknowingly to you he sometimes sleeps in your garden) and sometimes he comes bearing gifts! They range from berries to dead birds he hunted for you to fluffy warm pelts and blankets for the harsh winters here! (You don't ask how he got the last one)
And after all his efforts you can't just not try and repay him :(( Philip wants to prove he is a great provider and can and will take care of you (and any possible pups you produce) so you make delicious jam from the berries he gathered that you later put into those cookies he loves snacking on and you use the birds he hunted and the vegetables from your garden to make rich, nutricious meals for the hybrid and he is yet to turn a single one of them down <3
As for the pelts and blankets they come in handy when a harsh winter hits and you're scrambling to put together a fire in the fireplace to warm yourself and your home and assemble what is basically a pillow fort in your bed to warm yourself....But you couldn't help but worry about Phil. You know he has his den in the woods and that the pelt on his back and chest give him some warmth but this winter is worse than any you've seen and you worry about your hybrid companion, what if he freezes to death?
You were about to dress yourself and go out looking for him to invite him but luck was on your side and the hybrid male came to you first! He had his charming smile as always as he nonchalantly asked if he could warm himself up in your cottage and despite his bravado, you could see that the man was freezing cold so you immediately pulled him inside and basically stated that he is going to be staying with you for the rest of the winter and you won't take no for an answer.
Of course Philip was elated to hear it! For him this was basically a proposal and before long you two were snuggled under the warm furs and blankets Phil gave you (not before he insistently rubbed himself on your entire bed to 'scent it thoroughly'), falling asleep blissfully except for your hot blush as you felt the hot and hard pressure between your thighs and the blonde's panting and whines :((
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hammypup · 1 year
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Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart. Do you want stingy or thuddy?
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