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lucky13les · 2 years

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Here is it! The filth. I hope all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for being interested in my writings and feel free to send requests! I will get to them as I am able!

Minors DNI

(Yes I reused a gif, I have no drawing talents and I love that satisfied smirk of hers)

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Grayson: You asked for this

As quietly as you could manage, you sunk down lower on the toy beneath you, whining softly around Grayson’s cock in your mouth. She hummed in approval, seeming to not noticing your movement as you pressed your face closer to the leather and her curls peeking out around it. One of her hands pulled your hair gently, not a command to stop, merely a bit of extra encouragement as you continued. “That’s it, darling, just like that.” Her deep baritone sending shivers down your spine.

You took breaths through your nose until you started to feel sparks at the back of your throat, releasing the seal you had made around the piece of tech and beginning to back off her cock with loud breaths. But her hand tightened its grip causing your head to go back closer to her crux. “I know you can keep going, hm?” Your hands made their way to rest on her thighs, your hips lifting off the toy on the ground, causing your breath to catch around the cock in your mouth. Shutting your eyes tightly, you concentrated as much as you could on breathing through your nose again, ignoring the tightness in your throat, not wanting to disappoint her.

Your tongue lapped a her cock, the piece of tech allowing Grayson to feel every lick and bit of pressure you offered it. A few more seconds and you felt her grip lighten and you pulled away from the toy, taking in a ragged breath once it was out of your mouth. You heard her groan as you rested your cheek against the spit-slick strap-on, looking up at her as you tried to catch your breath. “You always take my cock so well.” The dildo bobbed next to you as she watched you a moment longer before taking it in her own hand and giving it a few strokes, shuddering as the motion carried up through her body. “My hand only does so much, but your mouth… it could bring a woman to her knees.”

A wide smile broke out on your face and you murmured against her fingers, “Well, when that woman is you, I can’t complain.” You pause, looking up at her, admiring the view of her soft abs and the valley in between her weighty breast, finally resting at her face. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and you could see her breasts move with each breath she took. You wrapped your lips around the outside of one of her fingers before giving it a long lick, your tongue caring off her digits to the cock she had been stroking.

A low, rough growl tumbled from her before her hand left her cock to tangle in your hair and keep it in a hold, stilling your movements. “Still hungry, bear?” Her other hand came down and pressed into your open mouth, applying a bit of pressure to your tongue before running over your bottom lip.

“I’m always hungry for your cock, Grayson.” Your voice was light and yielding, but when you noticed her eyebrow raise you quickly corrected yourself, though your voice was quieter this time. “Mommy.”

“I know you are, darling. You’re so good for me, letting me fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Such a good little bear.” She stood, taking a step back from you and with a low hum moved to the couch a few feet away, sitting down and leaning back into it. “Now dear one, I want you to take that toy down to the base, do you understand? Imagine I’m filling you up with my cock again.” She watched you, her thick lips quirked up on one side as she saw recognition rest on your face. “Yes, bear, we can try out your idea tonight.”

With a nod and a quick, “thank you, ma’am.” you began to get to work. This was one of your larger dildos that she had purchased for you when you two had first started experimenting with toys. Her previous lovers didn’t seem to like as much penetration as you did and had opted for smaller dildos. But yours, hers really with how often she would wear it and fuck you senseless, was thick with an undulating pattern on one side, the other smooth and it curved just so to where it made your eyes water if she went hard enough. It usually took you a minute to get comfortable and take it all the way so as you began to rock your hips back and forth, you angled your hips down to ease the toy further inside you.

Your breath caught as you leaned forward heavily on your arms, breasts pinned between them as you looked up at Grayson, her hand lazily stroking the underside of her strap. “Just like that, bear.” A heat traveled with her gaze along your body, roaming from your pleading eyes and bottom lip caught in between your teeth to your breasts pinned deliciously between your arms.

Up and down, you carried your hips slowly at first along the toy, grinding lower and lower with each rotation, mewling and moaning, your breath unsteady as you continued on until it was fully hilted inside you. You felt your walls spasming around it, unable to settle around the toy, causing you to squirm. “F-fuck, Mommy. It feels… so good.” You lifted again and let your hips drop faster, the cock filling you again as you yelped, eyes shutting. The pressure inside you was threatening to be overwhelming and you kept your hips hovering just over the ground as you caught your breath, steadying yourself.

While you did feel full and you loved when Grayson fucked you with this cock, something was missing. “Please, Mommy, I need you. I want you to fill me, please. I can’t finish without you.” The whines tore from your throat as you watched her stroke herself in the chair. You had both talked about the idea of you fucking yourself as she did this, but you had underestimated how much you wanted her to be the one to do it. To feel the warmth of her body as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Now, now. This was your idea, little one. Don’t tell me you can’t. I know how you spent your afternoon after going into town last week.” There was a playfulness to her voice, certainly, but there it was: you had been caught. That day you had finished up shopping a bit earlier than expected and had gotten home with time to spare before Grayson would be back. You had used the very same dildo you were riding tonight to tease yourself. You weren’t able to finish though, you had heard Grayson’s keys jingle at the door, which now you realized she had down on purpose rather than exposing you then and there.

Almost instantly, heat spread across your chest. You had been a bit suspicious as to why Grayson had agreed so readily to your suggestion. Normally she always wanted to be the one to bring you to completion. She wanted her fingers inside you, or to have you on her lips, around her cock at release. Whispering hotly of how divine you felt, how you sounded so adorable when she would pinch your nipples as you came.

“Gray, pleas-”

“Oh? Are you so desperate that you’ve forgotten your manners? I suppose I could have you stop entirely for the night, if you’ve grown tired of our game.”

Immediately you shake your head, sliding back down on the toy fully, shuddering at the fullness. “No ma’am. I’ll be a good bear, I promise.” Your breath hitched again as you let the toy fill you until your ass touched the cold marble floor. You raised your hips again to the tip and lowered once more, crying out at the feeling. Your eyes closing as you concentrated on the feeling of the toy inside you, willing it to be a match to the one on Grayson’s hips.

“Eyes on me, bear.”

Opening your eyes, you set them on her own, eyes pleading as you continued your motions. You watched as she smirked at you, continuing to stroke herself, groaning when she rubbed the tip. Had you any sense, you would have seen that she was matching your pace. Though hers was more sleek, not as ribbed as the one currently stretching your wet pussy.

Your eyes traveled down her face, along the elegant line of her hooked nose that would always press just so against your clit when she went down on you. To those full, firm lips that always knew the right thing to say that drove you mad with want as they caressed your ear. You let out a long whine as you bottomed out on the toy again.

You kept your pace as best you could, but as you were not the one who usually set it, your hips faltering every now and again. Your hand shaking, you let it pinch a nipple, letting out a whimper, and watched as your lover took a sharp inhale. You bloomed at the thought of making her so aroused with your actions and cupped your breast, letting your fingers indent your skin as you teasingly squeezed it. If you were going to come by yourself, you were at least going to put on a show.

From your breast, you moved your hand lower shuddering as you attempted to mimic Grasyon’s normal movements. You didn’t understand how she could have so much control. Her motions always seemed so purposeful and deliberate. Never leading you to believe she second guessed anything. She would normally chuckle when you’d mention her composure and say ‘I am always sure of where to touch you. Your body sings it’s secrets to me.’ Nevertheless, your hand lowered, over your soft stomach and down further still until it almost touched the toy deep inside you, stopping just short and hovering over your clit. With a shaky breath you finally, gently, let two fingers rub on either side of your clit, your hips bucking harshly at first contact. A groan left you as you carried your fingers up and down on either side, already speeding up. Your thighs shook as they attempted to keep riding the toy. Your eyes closed for just a moment before fluttering open to look at Gray again, moaning lowly.

Her own gaze was bearing down on you, her hand stopped, but her thumb padding over the tip of her strap. Her breath was coming in and out deeply, her eyes hooded as she watched while seemingly getting closer to her own release. As you whined her name, a growl left her as she fisted her cock, leaning further back onto the couch. Her other hand made it’s way to her own center, stroking between her glistening folds. She was a sight to behold, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes trained on your hands and the toys disappearing inside you, her own teasing her outer folds.

“Please may I come?” You could barely utter anything, your mind becoming hazy as your hand continued its ministrations on your clit. You were going to need permission soon, you had no idea how long you could keep this up and te last thing you wanted was to come without permission. “Please, please-”

“Almost, bear. Hold on just a little longer for Mommy-” The strained words left her lips and her own eyes closed. “Fuck-” the grunt left her a moment later as she came, her thighs shaking, hips grinding down, and fist gripping her cock. Still you continued, whimpered and moaning as you felt on fire, not wanting to disobey but feeling your own orgasm looming over you. You didn’t ask again as your lover’s body relaxed, chest heaving with each breath before she sat up a bit more. Her eyes softened as she watched you. You had been so good for her this time and with something entirely new. “Come for me, love. Let go.”

Those words were all you needed and you felt the heat spread down and out your body, a stream trickling down the toy as your hips shuddered, thighs practically giving out beneath you. Your arms shook as they kept you upright, feeling your orgasm continue leaking out of you, spurt after spurt. Your breath slowly began to even as you shakily raised your hips, stopping yourself just in time to look up at Grayson again, “M-may I take it out, Mommy?”

“Oh, my sweet bear, yes. Come here, let me hold you.”

The sheer adoration in her words was enough to give you a second relief as you fully dislodged the cock from inside you, only to let out another whine as another spurt left your body. Leaving the saturated toy, you crawled up the couch and let your head rest against her knee, a deep sigh leaving your body at finally being able to feel your lover’s skin against yours.

A low chuckle left her as she reached down to help you guide the rest of your body up to be tucked against her side. “You were exquisite, my darling. And what a good idea you had to do this.” Her arm pulled you closer, her lips pressing against your forehead dotted with sweat.

The two of you remained there for a bit of time, listening to each other’s breathing, the night easy and without rush. You pressed in closer to her, kissing between her breast and arm wrapped around you, your own sliding across her stomach. There, it pulled her closer still and you draped your leg over her. “Up for round two?”

The query released a deliciously low chuckle out of her as she lifted you to lay fulling on top of her. “You are insatiable, my little bear.” Her lips met yours in a deep, wanting kiss. “But how could I say no?”

#I just love her so much #Grayson deserved more so here we go #it’s the pet names for me #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#mommy #no minors please #minors do not interact #minors dni #arcane smut #arcane grayson #grayson is a soft teasing dom #sheriff grayson #enforcer grayson #grayson x reader #fem reader #writing #remi writes

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opalinedaydreams · 1 year

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fearless | floydsin

or; supply closet makeouts, ft. gratuitous references to Taylor Swift’s “fearless”

Jake didn’t think it would be Bob. He didn’t think it would be Bob, period, but he certainly didn’t think it would be Bob over the cliff first—leaping the ledge, eyes wide open, fearless.

But it is Bob. It’s Bob coming up out of a firestorm, on his wing, always, with that permanently inquisitive brow hidden behind wide glass lenses. Even now, it’s Bob pressing Jake into the careful dark of a supply closet corner, slowly taking Jake apart in ways he didn’t even know he could be broken.

And the thing is, Jake has been starving for weeks. But now he realizes maybe Bob has been hungry for longer. Because those are Bob’s hands in his hair, pulling gently at the roots, fingers carding through. That’s Bob’s jaw beneath Jake’s fingertips, and his shaking breath against Jake’s lips, and those are his teeth, grazing skin.

Jake can’t get enough. He doesn’t know how he went this long without it. And still...

“We can’t," he murmurs, and Bob growls, a low rumble breaking the quiet.

“We already are,” he insists, but he pulls back a couple inches just the same, carefully removing himself at the first sign of Jake’s distress.

“No, no,” Jake soothes. He reaches across the sudden distance placed between them. He runs his thumb over Bob’s bottom lip, pulls lightly at the slight dip of his chin. “We can’t be late for drinks. Phoenix will never let us hear the end of it. But until then…” He tugs Bob gently closer. “We have time,” he breathes against Bob’s mouth, and feels the hands at his waist seeking purchase, clenching in the fabric of his uniform.

“We have time,” Bob echoes, and Jake is nodding, backing himself into the corner, letting Bob take the lead.

We have time, he thinks, and then he’s right back to falling.

#remi writes #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun: maverick #fanfiction #ao3 #hangman x bob #bob x hangman #floydsin #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd

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kaleidoskuls · 1 year

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i, uh, found this in my drafts ? forgot that i wrote it haha. but i kinda like it so i decided to post it here :) enjoy

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Will and Mike are sitting across from each other on Mike's bed, Mike's fingers tapping absently on Will's knee, mouth twisted into a lazy pout, staring into space.

Will's lips form a fond smile, and he props his chin in his hand, taking a moment to really look at Mike. He does that a lot, if he's being honest, and he takes comfort in the fact that he can admire Mike openly, that he doesn't have to hide it anymore.

His coarse, dark hair that Will finds himself constantly wanting to gently card his hand through. The freckles scattered almost artfully across his face form an irresistible constellation. Will wants to trace it with his fingers. Every so often, Mike will doze off, only for his eyes to pop open a few moments later, tired blinking, wash, rinse, repeat. It was honestly kind of entertaining.

Will's eyes inevitably move a little lower, and he feels the tips of his ears heat up.

Um. Yep. Those sure are lips, alright. On Mike's, uh, face.

Okay.

So maybe Will is currently fantasizing about pinning Mike against his bedroom wall and just– fucking– kissing him.

Maybe.

“Will.”

Will's eyes snap up to Mike's, and he hopes his face isn't as red as it feels.

Mike lifts a lazy eyebrow, the corner of his lips pulled up in a knowing grin. His voice is thick with sleep when he says, “You were staring.”

Will refuses to blush more than he already is. “I was,” he admits. He moves forward a little and tucks a strand of Mike's hair behind his ear. Gives a shrug. “You're pretty.”

Okay, so Mike's not at too-tired-to-feel-flustered level yet, because his eyes widen a little, color suffusing his cheeks, and Will can't help but smile. Although it is, truthfully, not that hard for him to make Mike blush, the combination of accomplishment and amusement and fondness he feels whenever he does never fails to make an appearance.

He cups Mike's cheek in his palm, because he can, and isn't that just the best kind of miracle, getting to hold something you never thought you'd have?

Mike's eyes are wide, and there is something in them that makes Will's heart do a little flip in his chest. He brushes his thumb across Mike's cheek, and he repeats, voice barely above a whisper, “Pretty.”

Mike's face is reminiscent of the color of a fire engine. His mouth is moving wordlessly, like he's been flustered speechless, and Will's face breaks out in a smile.

Mike finally decides on a halfhearted “Shut up,” eliciting a small laugh from Will. But he's closing his eyes and leaning into Will's touch.

“Why?” Will muses. “It's true.”

“Well, you're prettier.”

Will lets out a surprised laugh. Mike's compliments always catch him a little off guard, leave him reeling from the sheer consistency of them, and the way Mike always seems to believe whatever it is he's saying.

Mike's eyes fly open, and he frowns. “It's true,” he insists. “You're the prettiest ever. It's just,” he gestures at Will, “your face. And your eyes and stuff. Like, wow.”

Warmth spreads across Will's cheeks. So much for not blushing any more. “You're the worst,” he huffs, crossing his arms and slumping against the bed frame.

Mike snorts a laugh.

#needs some editing #and like #elongation #but it's pretty okay #byler #byler ficlet #remi writes #that's a tag now i guess

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cosmicthestar · 1 year

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Just some agnst I've been writting for the past few day

@kit-is-a-weeb Finished it!!

@heyhay13 wrote somwthing for Rae :>

'I hurt Caspian' was all Rae was thinking as he flew away than he heard something behind him. As he landed to look behind him he saw the last person he wanted to see in that moment, centross. "Whay are you following me, stay away I could hurt you" Rae said his voice shaking "No, if I can't run away you can't run away." Centross said firmly "Centross I'm not safe to be around right now" "I don't care" Rae said as he made sure his elytra was on and had fireworks in his hand. "Rae please stay, think how would Aax, Caspian, Athena, and Jamie feel if you just left." Centross pointed out "They hate me. I hurt Caspian I hate myself for it right now" Rae said just about to fly away "Did he say that himself or did you just assume it" Centross asked. Rae froze at that "No, But why would I ask I know how he would react to seeing me" Rae said before flying off to quick for centross to saying anything or follow him. Centross sighed as he flew after him losing sight of him a few minutes later. Rae who was hidden in plain sight as he had taken an invisibly potion. Once he knows Centross is gone. 'Dang it, now to get away without him realizing I used an invisibly potion' Rae was thinking of a way to get out of there without Centross realizing he was still there. "Rae yes we fell for it last reseat, but I've gotten smarter over time. I know your still here, come out~" Centross said all Rae did was stay still and hope the potion didn't run out before Centross left. Bad news it did but he managed to get away from there without centross realizing. 'Lets hope he dosen't try to come & find me' Rae thought as he flew away

#fable smp #fable smp season 2 #remi writes

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ratlingrun · 12 days

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I don’t care whether you like rooster teeth or not the idea of deleting 21 years of media should be incredibly concerning

#Remy writes #rooster teeth #if I wasn’t so so sleepy I would explain how it especially fucks over artists/editors/animators/etc #bc how are they going to showcase their work to potential employers if the work No Longer Exists #also They Will Do This To Your Fave

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originalartblog · 9 months

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Tiny skk adventures!

not like they're also cranky and tired and touch-starved

#tiny skk adventures #''why is chuuya at the ada'' you're asking too many questions. why is any of this happening.#this skk flavour (like most i offer) comes with a free choice of romantic platonic something in-between or whatever else you may want #but here the longing is mandatory #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #and friends #nawy's comics #AH DANG I FORGOT TO WRITE #dedicated to remi who's enabling me and bombarding me with ideas for the tinies

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sharp-fanged13 · 17 days

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What a wonderful occassion to remember this happened and is canon af:

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borkborkheresadork · 2 years

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Coming to My Senses

You taste like so many snacks,

Shared and stolen,

On benches and behind chairs,

Crunchy and sweet and almost stale.

You taste like so many smiles,

Wrapped in sarcastic cellophane,

Opened up in between meals,

Craved when it’s been too long since I've eaten those old jokes.

You sound like a melody,

Distant and low,

Across the room harmonizing,

Rich and swung and just dissonant enough to appreciate.

You sound like so many awkward talks,

Not printed out right on the staff,

Sight-sung when we didn't actually practice…again,

Remembered on warm quiet nights.

You smell like work,

Sweat and crayon and ink and graphite,

Sat at a desk hunched over and leaned back admiring your work,

Strong and sweet and at times overbearing.

You smell like too-late walks,

Still lingering in my mind even if you don't recall,

Invading my lungs and making me cough out the truth,

Somehow always in the air around me.

You look like change,

Seconds and Minutes and Hours, Years of change,

Here and there and now,

‘Finally’s and ‘Eventually’s coming true.

You look like happiness,

Everything I could have wished to be, you are,

A mirror of a younger self,

Forcing me to stare at what could be if I just held on to hope.

You feel like home.

Understandings and constants.

In cars and parks alike.

Completion and Desolation all the same.

You feel like a stranger.

Skipped questions and unanswered calls.

Lurking around the corner and remotely singing of your own fruition.

Forgotten and evoked as I explore thoughts.

You feel like anguish.

Tears and effort.

Even in pleasure and joy you touch forbidden kingdoms because my mind’s keep could not hold

Its own ground.

Empty and Harrowing.

You feel like warmth.

Comfort and Fever.

During hardship I still ponder if your heat would rekindle my passions,

Blazing and fueling desires I never even considered.

You feel kind.

You feel right.

You feel aggravating and tough.

You feel like steel strings on bloody fingers.

You feel like raw throats crying for violence.

You feel like wet soil leaving muddy residue on my palms.

You feel like poster vinyl in your place.

You feel like hide stretched out and hammered into submission.

You feel like hoodie strings tucked into a shirt.

You feel like a sea-spray ghosting over sails.

You feel like static through my wrists.

You feel like rough carpet on my back

And you feel like you handled things well, don't you?

You feel well?

You feel,

Don’t you?

#remi writes #poetry

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feral-ballad · 6 months

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Remi Kanazi, from Before the Next Bomb Drops: Rising Up from Brooklyn to Palestine; “Layover in Palestine”

[Text: “just want to sit and be present / feel what it is like to be home / without someone pulling / on my shoulder / taking me away”]

#remi kanazi #palestinian literature #occupation #genocide #death #ethnic cleansing #resistance #displacement #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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thecatboyfriend · 29 days

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I thought I saw God at my bedroom door last night

#true story! a mental break will do this to u lmao #remi rambles #remi writes

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fandoms-writings · 29 days

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Gonna be posting my Halsin fic tomorrow 😌

#halsin x reader #halsin fanfic #remi writes

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lucky13les · 4 months

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To my tumblr lovelies who have requested works on Grayson. They are being worked on.

Here's a snippet to hopefully tide you over:

Her heavy steps carrying through the quiet house. She had donned her boots and pants, not quite cinched in with her belt yet.

#grayson arcane #arcane grayson #sheriff grayson #Remi writes

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opalinedaydreams · 2 years

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I think we’re all under the gross misconception that hangman would actually be like super cool if he made a move on bob, whereas it would probably look more like phoenix casting a bet, payback matching her, rooster hitting the piano to back up his best frenemy, and hangman crooning ordinary world by Duran Duran across a crowd of navy blokes while bob turns 50 shades of scarlet and penny films the whole thing to show amelia later.

#for anyone who's interested #maverick is definitely singing backup vocals #headcanons #remi writes #remi.txt #floydsin #hangman x bob #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #jake seresin #top gun #top gun: maverick #duran duran

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ashersanity · 3 months

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Something awfully ironic about owners and their pets, leathered collar tucked snugly around your neck, the material pressed against your skin serving as a cold reminder of their ownership over you. The smug smirk that graces their lips, quirked up just a bit, rhythmically tugging at your leash whenever they please to show off the pretty little thing that they’ve got. Control. Power. That’s what they want, wish to have over you, willingly letting them do however they please, familiar sensation of their palm ruffling your hair, praising you for being so good.

So very good, especially behind closed doors. No one gets to see the way they lovingly press kisses to the tip of your cock head, pink tongue darting out to hungrily slobber all over your length, drool dripping over the base. Who would’ve known? How the so-called refined, well-mannered owner is at your feet instead, servicing you on their knees and needily sucking on your balls like a whore does. Faint string of saliva left on your tip as they finally part from your cock to claim their prize. Hot, shaky breaths ghosting over your shoulder, slender fingers, the same ones they used to clip that collar, invitingly spreading their slicked, wet hole apart for you to sink into. Wouldn’t want to keep their cute pet waiting for their well-earned reward, would they?

— “F-Fuck..! Just like that, mmmh— Keep going, pup..”

That same voice that coldly commands you, now turned into broken moans, desperately clawing at the muscles on your back in attempt to steady themselves as you rut into them like some rabid animal in heat, stuffing them full. Well, it wouldn’t exactly be far from the truth either, conditioning you to their every whim and touches left over your body, visible outline of your hardening cock underneath the fabric of your pants.

The smacking of your balls meeting their now stretched, wide open hole, grown puffy and sore from the slam of your hips and oh, how their velvety insides tighten around you, taking your fat cock so well. Reducing them to this blubbering mess, your beautiful owner, falling apart on your cock, just the brush of your tip hitting their sweet spot is enough to have them cumming and calling out your name like a slut. How depraved can one be? What would the others think of them? Hushed, discreet murmurs shared among each other, about the dignified master’s pornographic moans in the dead middle of the night, echoing and heard through the private chambers, caused by none other than you.

But fuck, as you lazily slip out of them at long last, feeling so very empty once more from the absence of your cock filling them up to the brim. Thick, white cum dripping between the length of their thighs, splattered across their pristine skin. Glazed over eyes gazing up to meet your own, hand reaching up to affectionately trace along your cheek.

Yes. That’s right, they think to themselves. Their perfect pet. So fucking perfect. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

remy, avery, briar, zhongli?, kamisato ayato?, geto suguru?, raiden shogun?, neuvillette?, your favorites, i suffer from amnesia as to who else there is on that list.

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