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faerlithalgnomii · 9 months
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I'm like if Totally Kyle had a machete instead of a guitar.
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bluegiragi · 7 months
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in action (part 3)
early access + nsfw on patreon
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bruciemilf · 2 years
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Even MORE batfam shenanigans + jaykori crackship propaganda <333333
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meowpupp · 2 months
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tw://hybrid smut, johnny get cucked, cumplay, badly edited, mentions of freeuse (?), mentions of overstim, reader is pretty objectified 💀
pup!johnny who gets so used to being the only hybrid in your life. playdates with him are frequent, and by far his favourite part of the week.
you're always so sweet, body soft and warm, voice pretty and soothing. you always smell so pretty, sugary and feminine. your hair shiney and soft, your face always lighting up in the prettiest smile. you're perfect. you're his.
you're so submissive, one little nip to your ear and you're already arching your back, presenting that pretty cunt to his hungry eyes. you let him sneak his hand up your shirt, groping your tits and pinching your nipples as you squirm in his lap.
it's no secret that johnny can be mean. he's rough, not understanding that you're not like him or simon. you haven't been trained in the military, you're not a 6ft+ wall of muscle. Simon can take johnny's rough play, price too, but you can't. you're not like him, you tear up and whimper when he pins you down, biting into your inner thighs.
but it's easy to forget, or rather ignore when you cry so pretty for him. it's almost funny how wet you get when you tear up, how no matter how mean he is to you, you always let him kiss you better. spreading your legs further so he can bury his face between your thighs, and suck your poor clit until its numb.
but that all quickly changes when price adopts a new hybrid.
kyle. an ex-military like him. equally as strong, just a little taller, and so arrogant. the pup is two-faced, acting like a perfect, obedient boy in front of Price and Simon, only to turn around and break every rule there is.
all the rules explicitly laid out don't matter to kyle. he acts as if punishments don't exist, as if youre just his chewtoy. he bites all up and down your pretty tits, sucking them until they're red and sticky with his spit. kyle makes you gag on his cock whenever he feels the urge, he even cums deep into your sweet cunt, fucking you full until he knows you're bred. all without even asking for prices permission.
worst of all though? is how kyle shows it off. pinning you against his body as he hikes your shirt up, exposing your pretty, red, marked-up tits to johnny. or when he smirks as you two kiss, knowing the other hybrid can taste his cum on your tongue.
or when your sweet, apologetic johnny tries to apologise for being so mean, spreading your pretty thighs only to find kyles load spilling from your swollen cunnie.
johnny hates him. hates how he gets so much alone time with you, hates how he gets to cum in you, grope you, mark you. all things he'd kill to do.
but kyle wont stop, and your poor little brain is too fucked out to think. so all poor johnny can do is sit and brood, replaying old memories of you creaming on his cock, waiting for his moment to remind you who really owns your cunt.
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harveywritings92 · 6 months
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[The 141 are playing paintball Friday the 13th, Ghost is the killer, Gaz is explaining the rules of horror movies to the others]
Gaz: Okay, rule one: Don't go off on your own. Rule two: if you do go off on your own, never go into the woods. Rule three: If you do go into the woods, never ever make out in the woods, or you will die in the woods! *notices two missing people* ...Where's Soap and R/n?
Roach: Breaking rules one through three.
[they hear two yelps and few seconds later R/n covered in yellow paint comes out of the woods supporting a limping Soap who is holding his paint covered crotch.]
R/n: Well we're out, some of us in more ways then one...
Soap, in high pitched and pained voice: I'm gonna kill tha' Skull-faced bastard!
Ghost, somewhere in the woods: YOU CAN TRY JOHNNY BUT I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!
[Paintballs come fly out the woods as everyone scatters in terror.]
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starpirateee · 22 days
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Okay, so, I am genuinely convinced that there is a hatchetfield fan for every background character conceivable. and I wanna put this to the test. So! if you see this please do tell me your more obscure/background faves, I genuinely need to know whether I'm right in thinking there's a fan for every background character
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ravennist · 5 months
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I think everyone knows I am a huge Style fan and since I've been sad for a while I decided to have some fun with a TD AU! (It's my way to cope ig)
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gomzdrawfr · 4 days
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can you guess what songs they're playing? tell me your answers in your reblog :3
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otamatone 141
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queen-of-hobgobblers · 6 months
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Canonically bi/pan characters in m/f relationships my beloved
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love-lilly02 · 29 days
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i wasn’t actually going to post anything till tmrr but OH KY GOD I HAVE TO WRITE THID AND PUT IT DONEEHERE
BAND 141 X YOUNGER READER
LIKE JRS PERFECT. price is the lead singer, ghost is the base, soap plays drums and gaz is guitar. They write songs with a hozier vibe (i think price singing sounds a lot like hozier, dunno if that’s canon or not) and they absolutely BLOW TJE FUCK UP after their first song
They meet the reader on a tour, price hands the mic to a young girl gripping onto the railings for her life to see the four of them and she absolutely belts the lyrics to the song their playing and for the first time EVER the band actually just stops and stares for a hot second before they pick up the song ahain
(bonus points if the songs have choreo and the reader is doing all the dances on the floor to show off on the big screen)
They don’t see the reader again after that till a meet and greet when she comes back to get their autograph, and they overhear just how far she had to drive to see her favorite band, and they might as well make the trip worth it yeah?
each. and every one of them. gives you their number alongside a SIGNED photo of them.
And you could die happy. Until you head their newest album and it’s a song about you (i’m thinking “too sweet” by hozier as inspiration even though the song isn’t out yet) AND GOU GO FERAL BC LAIDDHHSHXJDJDBXNF
I’m sorry yall the idea was ideaing and i HAD to get it down
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shit-talker · 1 month
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Roach makes a tiktok rating the signatures the 141 use on their emails;
"Regarding question, please refrain, Lt Riley"
Roach : Very in character for the big man, unfortunately it was in regards to a question of requesting leave so. 4/10.
"Your brother in Christ, Sg Garrick"
Roach : Wonderful form. Made me laugh. Solid score. 7/10
"Stay positive and test negative guys, Sg McTavish"
Roach : Covid jokes are always funny, but he's made this one several times now, and I'm bored of it. 3/10 for fuckery.
"Don't fuck this up you little enabling shits, Cpt Price"
Roach : Hilarious. Our group chat is now titled "little enabling shits" not very professional from the captain. Still 9/10.
"We will discuss more later, SC Laswell."
Roach : Terrifying. Actually, bone chilling. Scared all of us so much. 10/10 for pure fear.
"Eat my ass, Sg Riley xx."
Roach : This one's super old now, but I love it, so it's staying here. 11/10. Gods speed, Si.
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dutiful-wildcraft · 2 months
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Metal Band AU
Because its been rotting my brain :^)
Soap, drums/vocals shares lead vocals equally, how this man can drum and sing at the same time is beyond anyone else. Never wears a shirt.  He and Gaz banter back and forth on stage a bit. Managed to break his sticks every other show. Dumps bottles of water on himself mid-show to cool off (you can literally see the steam coming off of him). Surprisingly does most of the lyrical writing for the group.  He always does the little thank you speech and introduces everyone at the end. Jumps onto Ghost's back every time they leave stage. The larger man carries him dutifully. 
Gaz, rhythm guitar/ lead vocals. Can't stop moving around stage. Bouncing between the others. Is grinning the entire time. Fucks with Price and Ghost during their solos, flirtatiously leans on them, rubs their chest, hugs a leg dreamily.  Chatty, loves to start a pit. Mostly just throws in genuine “Thank yous’” between every song. Playfully shoos away Ghost away from his center stage like a little brat after Ghost’s solo. Plays the piano for the trademark ballad. Flirts with the crowd while on stage. 
Price, Bass/backing vocals. Sickening in how well he plays, not super energetic on stage, most of its pacing and occasionally propping a leg up on a speaker. Rarely talks, but does play a bit with the crowd. Pointing, giving cheeky winks or blowing kisses. Wanders over to Gaz mostly, giving him a playful kick or nudge. Smiling warmly. Will climb down himself to pass off his pick to a lovely fan. He is dressed wildly different than that overall vibe of the band. Usually a flannel and beanie. 
Ghost, lead guitar. Absolutely shreds. Where’s the same exact outfit every time. Keeps the balaclava and hood up the entire show. All the fans have the hots for him bc of it.  No one knows how the hood stays with all the headbanging. (it’s velcro)  Semi-frightening on stage. Never speaks. Unphased by Gaz wallowing on him. He and Price move around each other with grace. Fans have noticed that he's the most playful with Soap. They do a bit where they trade places during certain songs. Ghost pretends to be exasperated with the shorter scott trying to steal his guitar. (They actually do pretty well on the others instrument). Occasionally he’ll chunk his extra picks at Price from across stage to fuck with him.
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meowpupp · 3 months
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Hi , im here with a thought, i can just imagine puppy reader crying to price about what kyle did and how she was just curious and she didnt really wanna disobey and to please not get rid of her and stuff like that , so kyles punishment is eating the reader out just exactly as price wants , price i feel like is more aggressive and less forgiving towards kyle compared to reader , i feel like price has that "nothing is your fault ♡" attitude for his sweet pup
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owner!price x chubby!puppgirl x pup!kyle
tw//: p in v, oral (fem reciving), hybrid receiving, collars, rough sex, slight mention of overstim, fem reader, collars, probably my most filthy smut yet
prices heart breaks as you cry into his chest, clinging onto him tightly. in all his time with you, hes never seen you so distraught. your body is almost shaking, tail low and ears pulled back as you sob and babble. he just holds you tight, rubbing a big hand firmly up and down your back. “Shhh, s’okay pup. Talk t’me when youre ready, okay?” 
It takes almost ten minutes, tears still spilling down your face as you pull back to look up to him. “please, m sorry captain. i didnt mean t’break the rules,” your words are interrupted by uncontrollable hiccups and stutters, hands gripping his shirt tightly, “please sir, please don get rid of me. i promise ill be good!! wont ever break the rules again, please!!!” you break down into a fit of sobs again, whimpering into his chest as he holds you tight.
He easily lifts you up, your body melting into his as he sits you ontop him. you now straddle his lap, burying your face into his neck. its almost sweet, how youre so desperate for his comfort despite your expectation of rejection. price just holds you tight, hands firm and secure on your body, breath steady and soothing. once you calm, he slowly pulls the story out of you. every little detail. 
he tries to hide the way his face darkens as you speak, his eyes narrowing as you explain what kyle had done. once youre done, he sighs, hands still rubbing circles on your back. he glances over your shoulder, eyes lingering on the garage door. 
“stay here, okay? Be a good girl f’me and strip. kyles gonna say sorry for bein so mean.” with a kiss on your forehead, he lays you down on the couch, leaving you to follow his instructions. 
within ten minutes he returns, not even glancing at you as he enters. his eyes are trained on kyle, watching him closely. a leash is clipped to his sprenger collar. a new addition. 
he forces the other pup to kneel at your feet, hands forceful and grip rough. kyle is huge, broad-shouldered and muscular, looming over you between your spread legs, his eyes trained on your pretty cunt. you can almost see him drool, licking his teeth as he looks over your exposed body as if wanting nothing more than to grip onto plush waist and bury himself 9 inches deep. 
youre snapped back into reality as price tugs harshly on kyles leash, making the collar dig into his neck. “Speak, mutt.” the tone of his voice almost makes you curl into yourself. he sounds vicious, angrier than youve ever seen him. 
kyle eyes meet yours for the first time, “im… sorry.” he mumbles half-assed. you can tell hes itching for your soft body. its almost torture having you spread out for him, yet denied the permission to touch. 
price almost growls as he tugs the leash harder, causing kyles eyes to widen for a moment. “fuck, im sorry, i swear.”
price lets out a huff, pushing kyles head down, making him come face to face with your pretty cunt. “Show her, mutt. Apologise properly.”
its almost instant the way kyle buries his head in you. his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you flush to his face. his nose bumping your clit as drinks in your slick. its perverted, the wet noises that fill the room, the way he groans as ruts into the couch as he devours you. 
price doesnt allow him an inch of space, denying him reprieve from your drooling cunt. his voice cuts through the mix of moans, directing kyle exactly what to do. telling him how fast, how slow, whether to suck your clit or thrust his tongue. hes almost cruel, tugging kyles collar harshly each time he doesnt listen, leaving angry red marks around his neck. 
but to you? well, how could he ever be mean to his sweet girl? a calloused hand cups your cheek, his low, growly voice talking you through your nth orgasm. he kisses your forehead, letting you hold his free hand tightly as your legs shake and your hips buck, your voice filling the room as you cry out. 
its only once kyles face is completely covered in your slick that he lets the pup pull away. hes panting, cock straining against his pants as he aches for release. kyles eyes meet prices, desperate and needy. “Captain, please, fuck,” his hands twitch as they hold your thighs, resisting the urge to pull your twitching cunt closer, “let me fuck her, ill make her feel so fucking good, have her screaming for you-” 
hes cut off, eyes wide as price harshly grips his jaw. “When are you gonna learn?” price reaches down, palming kyles growing tent, making the pup whine, “shes not yours to fuck.” he lets go, pushing kyle to the ground, denied and throbbing. 
price makes him watch as he gently picks you up, pulling you once again into his lap. your back presses to his chest, legs hooked around his knees, forced to spread. Price is quick to unbutton his pants, sinking you down on his fat dick. you can feel his hot breath tickle your neck as he laughs, finding amusement in the way your back bows as he forces himself deep inside you. 
his hands trail up the curve of your waist, coming up to cup your tits. he squeezes the fat, grinning as it bulges between the gaps of his fingers. you can both hear kyles whines, eyes trained on you as price starts to toy with your nipples for a moment. “moan for me pretty girl, let him hear how good i stretch out your tight fuckin cunt, how your pretty body belongs t’me.” his beard tickles you as his lips brush your neck, “bounce f’me pup, show kyle what hes missing out on.”
the roll of your hips is hypnotising, kyles eyes wide as he drinks in the sight. your tits slightly jiggle each time you come down, your thighs spread wide as price shows off your swollen cunt. “see that kyle? how she takes me?” price reaches out, gripping kyles arm and pulling. he lands with his cheek pressed against the soft pudge of your tummy, able to feel as price fills you with each thrust, “feel that?” price fucks up harder into you, making your body jolt as you squeak, “thats only for good fuckin pups.” 
he pushes kyle away again, leaving him to fall onto the floor, cock throbbing and aching as he watches your pretty cunt get ruined by your rightful owner <3
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neoarchipelago · 3 months
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I have a quick question abt red panda!reader, does she also stand up with her hands in the air whenever she feels threatened??? Because that would be absolutely hilarious😭😭😭
She's very jumpy!!!
Easily scared especially because ghost walks too silently!!
"God damn it ghost! Make a sound!!"
They've seen her do it for the first time when Price sneezed so loud. She didn't raise her arm that high, and it was barely a second, but they all caught it. After that they just tried to scare her again, just to make sure they saw right...
She's got a little thing for trying to be on a higher spot than the boys when they're arguing (instincts kick in and tell her she has to look bigger and scarier.)
Cue her standing on a chair while angrily arguing with Ghost who's glad his mask is hiding his huge smile.
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ohbo-ohno · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 21 - Lingerie
Gaz x AFAB!Reader - 1.2k (on ao3)
summary: You don't manage to stay up until your boyfriend comes home, and he finds you asleep on the couch. (Reader POV, second person)
cw: disgustingly soft, no sex (fade to black)
The only thing you feel is warmth when you start to rouse. Your head is resting on one of the throw pillows you’d spent hours painstakingly choosing, and your nose is tucked into something soft and sweet-smelling. You burrow a little bit deeper and feel a hood push against the back of your head, a small smile touching your lips when you realize you’re still wearing Kyle’s sweatshirt.
“Baby?” You hear a quiet whisper, somewhere near your feet. You don’t have the energy to worry, your mind already recognizing the soft British accent as belonging to your boyfriend. “You awake?”
“Hmm,” you groan, burying yourself a little more deeply into the cushions as a hand wraps around your naked ankle. “No.”
“No?” You can hear the tinge of amusement in Kyle’s voice, and he drops your feet onto his lap as he settles at the other end of the couch. “I didn’t know you were a sleep-talker, love.”
You hide your smile in the cushion. “Mhm. New thing.”
“Is it?” He pushes lightly against your shoulder, and you let yourself be rolled onto your back, blinking dry eyes up at the ceiling. There’s a dim glow coming from a lamp, but the room is dark other than that. The sun had just been setting when you’d fallen asleep, your attempt to stay awake until Kyle came home swiftly abandoned as time passed.
“Hi there, pretty girl,” Kyle coos down at you, rising up to hover above your face. He’s so handsome, your boyfriend - long lashes you’ve always been jealous of, plush lips that feel perfect against yours, those dark eyes you always say you could get lost in. He’s the perfect sight to wake up to.
You smile, reaching up with one hand to cup his cheek. “Hi yourself, handsome.”
He smiles back, turning to press a warm kiss to your palm. “Missed you.”
“Missed you more.”
His smile grows and he nips at the heel of your hand. “Not possible, love.”
Before you can respond he’s ducking down, pressing a closed mouth kiss to your mouth. You hum against him, and his tongue quickly darts out to lick at the seam of your lips. You open easily for him, giving him free reign and wrapping your arms around his neck.
He holds most of his weight off of you, giving you just enough to make you feel held in the best way possible. His tongue dances alongside yours, the slick sounds filling the mostly quiet room. He traces over your teeth every few seconds, and you feel him smirk when you pull him closer and suck at his tongue a little to keep him on topic.
He pulls you up without breaking your connection, slowly leaning himself back until he’s resting against the arm of the couch with you laid out on his lap. Your socked feet rest between his calves, and you pull your arms back to rub across his shoulders as you continue your slow make-out.
His hands shift to your hips, thumbs rubbing the bit of fat at your sides through the fabric before eventually shifting to press against your skin. You lean a little more weight onto him at the warmth of his palms, inching up his body a bit.
“Y’r warm,” Kyle hums between kisses. You don’t respond, instead chasing his tongue with yours, determined to stay right in the little bubble of soft pleasure and warmth he’s created for you. His chest rumbles with a small laugh, and you bounce a little on top of him.
You stay like that for an eternity, a slow dance together, just the soft intimacy of making out with the man you love.
Eventually, his hands move a little higher, then a little higher. His fingers brush over the lace of the lingerie you’re wearing, and you can feel his breath hitch.
“Hm,” you purr into his mouth, pushing your chest a little further into his hands. 
“What’s this?”
You smile a little, nipping his lip quickly. He responds by taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking until you squirm.
“Wanted to look pretty for you when you got home,” you explain, pressing your cheek against his as his hands start to explore your chest. “Fell asleep before I could show you.”
“Aw,” he sighs, cupping both of your breasts in each hand. You push yourself off his chest just a bit, so he doesn’t have to worm his way between your bodies. “‘M sorry, love. Woulda liked to see that.”
“You still can. Clearly I haven’t taken it off.”
The hoodie is pulled off of your head a moment later, leaving both your thong and bra revealed. You blink slowly, still a little groggy, as Kyle oggles you.
“Angel,” he breathes, eyes wide and trained on your lace-clad chest. “You’re stunning.”
You can’t help but giggle a little at the wonder in his voice, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He leans forward to press a ksis to the center of your chest, then looks up at you with his face framed by your tits. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t believe you’re mine.”
You pinch his chin between your fingers, pulling him up and ducking down so you can go back to kissing. He’s more than eager, licking into your mouth with more fervor, more desire now.
He inches his way up a bit, settling so he’s sitting more upright with you on his lap. You shift so your knees are on either side of his thighs, able to push yourself up and show off the lingerie a bit more.
He pulls back to study you a bit more, brushing a thumb over one nipple and smiling to himself when you moan.
“You wore this for me?”
“Who else?” You scoff good-naturedly, arching into his touch. “I’m here in your house, in your clothes, waiting for you, and you think I’d wear something like this for anyone else?”
“Alright, alright." A quick pinch to your nipple, more playful than scolding. “So sassy tonight.”
You snort. “You love it.”
“Yeah,” he says on a sigh, leaning forward to kiss you once on the lips. “I love your sass, I love your pretty body, I love you.”
You smile down at him, hands resting on his shoulders as you lean closer. “I love you too, Kyle.”
“I know,” he teases, hand finally slipping beneath the lace to give you skin-to-skin contact. You roll your eyes for show, but make sure to stay in the same position as he works your other breast at the same time, matching sensations driving your head into a fog of pleasure instead of sleep.
As your bones warm and your thong dampens, you lean a little more weight into your hands.
He holds you up, just like he always has before. You have no doubt he’ll do it a thousand times more.
You’re both smiling as your lips lock again, surrounded in your warmth and softness and love. It feels good to be here with Kyle, to be so thoroughly held and seen by him. It’s easy to let yourself go, to fully give yourself over to him.
But the pace stays slow, patient on both ends. You both have the whole night ahead of you, and neither of you are eager to rush anything. There’s pleasure in taking things slow, and you luxuriate in that pleasure as your hips begin to work against his.
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keithphobic · 1 year
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i lied i south parked again
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