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Omg you're the one that introduced me to forcemasc, and I'm re-watching Supernatural. And in episode 22 I think of season one when Dean yells you're no girl in megs face it made my dick jump 🙂 gods forcemasc is definitely a new kink I've unlocked through your writing
Dawg. DAWWWWWWG. The things I would do to Dean Winchester are so far from god I would be smited on the spot- cartoon ash shadow and everything! That man is so fucking pathetic and needs to have his prostate pounded by reader as he demands them to go harder, that boys are supposed to fuck each other. His tight ass squeezing on your strap on like a vice, your poor cunt sopping as you drool over his big fat juicy ass-
Anyways. Anyways.. never even watched supernatural I just know a brat when I see one. Activates a giant beacon in my brain like that SpongeBob WEEEE WOOOOO WEEE WOOOO ALL HAIL PLANKTON ‼️‼️
“Hold still, cub. You're almost clean.” Battle Beast snarled, keeping you pinned to the nest of furs that composed your shared bed as he licked your face.
You continued squirming as you pushed at his face and kicked at his stomach. It didn't do anything but get drool on your hands and make him chuckle. You yelled and scratched but it did nothing. You hated him. He found you while you were traveling on a freighter and simply seemed to decide that you were his baby. He adored you. You were the cutest thing that he had ever seen and he regularly told you so. He hummed in contentment as he looked you over. He had licked your face clean, just like he always did when he came back to the strange house that he kept you in. He had come back from a hunt and seemed particularly pleased with the massive animal that he had taken down.
“So feisty! You take after your Pa, little one. You will be a mighty warrior like me one day. You must grow big and strong first though. Now, it's time for you to eat, cub.” He growled warmly as he began tearing bite sized chunks of meat off of the leg of the bovine looking alien that he dragged into the main sleeping area.
“No! That's disgusting!” You exclaimed as you pushed his paws away, trying to keep the raw, bloody alien meat away from your mouth.
That didn't stop him from still feeding it to you. He didn't mind when you were being difficult. He found it endearing. You were absolutely precious to him and your aggression towards him was proof to him that you had a warrior's spirit. You begrudgingly ate, glaring at him the whole time. Once you had eaten a satisfactory amount, the Dornian leaned in and began licking the blood off of your face again like an Earth lion with his most favored cub. You, of course, retaliated.
“Stop it! I don't like being licked!” You practically squealed, smacking at his face as you tried your best to get him to stop.
“It's for your own good, cub. You need to be clean to grow up healthy.” He hummed as he nuzzled against you for a moment.
“I'm an adult!” You all but screeched in indignantion.
He laughed again, this time much more heartily, and continued licking your face.
“No, you're a cub. Don't be silly, little one. You'd be much bigger if you were an adult.” He rumbled affectionately.
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“Hold still, cub. You're almost clean.” Battle Beast snarled, keeping you pinned to the nest of furs that composed your shared bed as he licked your face.
You continued squirming as you pushed at his face and kicked at his stomach. It didn't do anything but get drool on your hands and make him chuckle. You yelled and scratched but it did nothing. You hated him. He found you while you were traveling on a freighter and simply seemed to decide that you were his baby. He adored you. You were the cutest thing that he had ever seen and he regularly told you so. He hummed in contentment as he looked you over. He had licked your face clean, just like he always did when he came back to the strange house that he kept you in. He had come back from a hunt and seemed particularly pleased with the massive animal that he had taken down.
“So feisty! You take after your Pa, little one. You will be a mighty warrior like me one day. You must grow big and strong first though. Now, it's time for you to eat, cub.” He growled warmly as he began tearing bite sized chunks of meat off of the leg of the bovine looking alien that he dragged into the main sleeping area.
“No! That's disgusting!” You exclaimed as you pushed his paws away, trying to keep the raw, bloody alien meat away from your mouth.
That didn't stop him from still feeding it to you. He didn't mind when you were being difficult. He found it endearing. You were absolutely precious to him and your aggression towards him was proof to him that you had a warrior's spirit. You begrudgingly ate, glaring at him the whole time. Once you had eaten a satisfactory amount, the Dornian leaned in and began licking the blood off of your face again like an Earth lion with his most favored cub. You, of course, retaliated.
“Stop it! I don't like being licked!” You practically squealed, smacking at his face as you tried your best to get him to stop.
“It's for your own good, cub. You need to be clean to grow up healthy.” He hummed as he nuzzled against you for a moment.
“I'm an adult!” You all but screeched in indignantion.
He laughed again, this time much more heartily, and continued licking your face.
“No, you're a cub. Don't be silly, little one. You'd be much bigger if you were an adult.” He rumbled affectionately.
I didn't realise I needed hyperspermia fanfics. More please. Any guy (maybe brucey or tim) with top male reader. Delicious. Nutritional. Needed. Statement. Thank you.
💥💥 !! Stuff Him Till He Bursts !!💥💥
Warnings: SubBottom! Character, DomTop! reader, AMAB male reader, anal penetration, creampie, butt plug, public sex (bathroom), established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: I'm assuming you mean reader with hyperspermia like the last one! If not, sorryyyyy, feel free to request again, lmao. (Squints...also, you wouldn't happen to be associated with a rock-like alien...would you? Question.)
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For a normal couple, playing a game of risk in public is as dangerous as loud as their moaning becomes. For you and Bruce? It's not leaving splatters of evidence across every wall and surface you touch. Your husband's a busy man, needy too, so when his heavy hand rests upon yours under the table, you know exactly what he's hinting at.
You almost feel embarrassed, doing something so dirty in such a nice restaurant (seriously, it's like half of the funds always go into decorating the grand bathrooms), but the sight of Bruce's hairy ass spread before you makes it all worth it. "Come on now, we don't have all day." He'll smirk back at you. Cheeky.
He's far better than you are at holding his tongue, but he can't swallow the pink flush of his face no matter how hard he tries to will it away. In the back of your mind, you monitor each time a person enters and exits the bathroom. Switching between a hard pounding and a gentle slow grind with every person passing through.
"Fuck yeah, stud, that's it." Bruce will hiss, using the stall in front of him for purchase to arch back into you. "Hah...mh, mh." Clamp over his mouth shut just for the hell of it, teasing that he's being way too loud. He has half the mind to bite you, but decides against it. Your palm is spared another night. Isn't he so kind?
Bruce rolls his eyes out of sass, and then for real when you kick his legs further apart to press deeper into him. He's no different than any other man, even with the pedestals he lives atop. Melting in the arms of his hunk of a lover.
He really shouldn't encourage you to finish inside; he really, really shouldn't. You still have a long night ahead of you, people to mingle with, speeches to listen to, interviews to be had. And yet, your husband is blindly reaching back at your hip, trying to force you even further. He wants it; he wants it so bad. Your hot, creamy, fat fucking load-!
Bruce nearly squeals when you cum, legs kicking about wildly. Even buried deep inside, it's instantly pushing back against your cock and bubbling around Bruce's rim. For a minute, you remain like that before he's again reaching for something. A...butt plug, in his bag. Silver, shiny, heart-shaped. Of course.
Slowly, you pull out, guiding Bruce's hips back as to not spill any more than necessary. The toy fits in snugly right after you; one last white circle pushes out after it. Quickly, you wipe up what's already beading down Bruce's scared legs, nearly missing a line driving right for the edge of his sock. After a breather, Bruce straightens as if nothing had happened at all. Fixing his tie, his hair, the crinkle in his suit cuffs. With his belly full and warm, he's ready to eat his full too.
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Could I request reader and dimitri having their first massive argument but it ends in big cuddly fluff? Like heavy angst to heavy fluff type thing?
❀ Kiss me! Kiss me again! ❀
Warnings: Usual Yandere Shenanagins, self-harm, mention of blood, toxic relationship. No pronouns are used for reader, no use of (y/n), character is written with a speech impediment
NOTE: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING DIMI !!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!
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There are lots of things Dimitri gets frustrated over; you see several every day. If he wakes up and he’s not in your arms, that's strike one. If he has to wait long for you to wake up (talk about an early bird)? Strike two. He’s always grumpy in the mornings when you have to leave for work, but it mellows throughout the day as he busies himself with chores. When he first moved in, he tried to follow the way you already ran things. Now, he’s rearranged everything to the way he prefers it, and gets fussy when it’s not in the right place.
You can tell he tries to bite his tongue, but clearly that’s easier said than done.
“Y’ went out yesterday, huh? Why’s it you’re going out ‘gain t’day?” He isn’t pleased to hear your notice of plans for the evening. Turned to frown at you from his place on the couch. Nature documentary long forgotten. Dimitri’s been doing that a lot lately, getting huffy and puffy whenever you go out to do much of anything at all. “Wha’ you gonna do tha’s coulda- ah, um, couldn’t a’ been done then?” He cocks his head in an attempt to show suspicion, but he just looks cranky.
As cute as he is, it’s grading all the same. You supress a sigh, and set your bag down to face him properly. Are you not allowed to have found some friends? It’s normal for people to go out a lot. You just haven’t before hand because you didn’t know anyone. You’re new in town, remember?
“Yeah…well, s’ stupid.” He mutters, deflating. “You ‘ave me. Don’ need no one else.”
Is that what he really wants? For you to stay cooped up at home all the time like him?
“No,” He spits, suddenly red. “I-’s not my fault either! I…wanna go outside too…just-I just shouldn’t. S’ a bad idea.” Sure, he says that, but it’s not like anyone’s even looking for him, or much less knows what he looks like. After that article in the news blew over about that fire, you hadn’t as much as heard a peep about it since. Either the people here didn’t care, or they’ve quickly forgotten. “Easy for you to-to say!” You’re the only one who would know! And it’s been months.
“You don’t know anything!” Dimitri spits, pushing off of the couch. “Noth-nothin. Nothing. Why can’t, why, why-why can’t we-you just stay? Here? I-I don’ want to hear ‘bout other peoples being ‘round you.” His fists ball and shake, pumping in front of him slightly. The sight is eye-rolling worthy. “Don’ make t’hat face a’ me! M’ bein’ serious!” Maybe that’s the worst part about it. That he means what he says. You can barely joke around with the guy because of how literally he takes everything. It’s exhausting.
Whatever, you don’t care, you’re going out tonight and having fun, it’s embarrassing how late you are already. You leave him with a return time and a promise to bring him back food. Down the driveway, you can glimpse his teary-eyed face watching through one of the kitchen windows, but you steel yourself. It’s not nearly as big as big of a deal as he’s making it out to be.
When you do return, albeit a bit later than you promised, you find the house a mess. There’s a line of destruction from down the hall of Dimitri’s room and out towards the backyard, with the glass panel left wide open. Of course. What else were you expecting? Shame on you for expecting maturity of all things from a guy like him.
You follow his wreckage out and into the woods behind your house with nothing but your phone flashlight and a stirring anger in your gut. At this rate, you’ll force him to clean back up after himself on his hands and knees using his mouth. The further you traverse through the darkness, the less clear his path becomes. Every now and then, there’s a kicked stone, footprints, and an indent in the trees, but you have to squint hard to see any of it. Despite your venture, you’re reluctant to call out for him. In fear of startling the wildlife or otherwise.
Eventually, you make it all the way through to the highway on the other side, and just over the concrete lane divider is the man of the hour. Sulking with his knees to his face. “Ah-” He gasps, stumbling to the side when you appear behind him. “...um,” Dimitri turns this way and that, unsure of what to do or where to run next. Before he can make up his mind, you lend a hand to him. You’re beyond irritated, but you’re not cruel. At least not in a real moment of distress. Your boyfriend hesitates for a long moment before taking it. He’s an easy weight to pull, and his palm is wet and clammy against yours. Not from just sweat, but blood.
His paw was littered with scrapes and fresh bruises, delivering a hit to your heart. It seems like those marks you had found him with really were self-inflicted, just like this. Dimitri suppresses a whimper when you thumb over a particularly gnarly one. “Be gentle,” He grumbles.
Is he done throwing a tantrum?
Dimitri thinks about it for a minute, worrying his bottom lip, before nodding.
Was wrecking the house when he’s upset really the right thing to do?
“Was angry,” He doubles down, grinding his teeth a bit. “An-an-an I didn’t, did not, not ‘ven touch yer stuff. S’all mine.” It’s a mess all the same, though you do him a favor and forfeit mentioning the part where everything he owns is yours in the first place. That wouldn’t really benefit either of you right now. “...sorry, I’ll…I’ll clean it s’all up.”
With a weird sense of deja vu, you lead him back towards the house, hand in hand. Dimitri keeps a close step behind you, keeping his head down the entire time. You’d like to say there’s an air of shame around him, but there really isn’t. Just a silent pout. Seriously, what a brat. He at least has the decency to look a little sheepish when you close and lock the door behind you properly. Stood in the middle of his carnage.
“Aum…” He fiddles with his hands. His attempt at another apology is waved off by you, and you silently start a bath and grab the first aid kit. More self-sufficient than he’s ever been, Dimitri manages to bathe himself without your help, but is useless but to fumble and hiss under you as you clean and bandage his wounds. “Ah, fuck! S’ hurts.” Good, he deserves it.
By the end of it, you take his baby face in your hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours. His lips pucker, but you don’t meet them. Not yet. This time, when you scold him, he listens. “I ‘unno, I just…I’ve, like, never had um…friends before. So. So, so seeing yous wit them makes me upset.” You understand that, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to humor him. If he throws another stunt like that again, you won’t be so forgiving. “...I understand.” Finally, you kiss him, though only a peck.
Jesus, what are you going to do with him? Lead him back to bed, of course. Seeing as his room is... inhabitable at the moment, and the fact that he just prefers yours, you save his punishment for tomorrow. Allowing him to curl up on your chest in silence. Dimitri takes his time getting comfortable under your shirt. Nuzzling his tender cheeks against the warmth of your skin. The thorn in your chest loosens some, and you end up petting through his curls and lower back til his breathes seven out.
obsessed with kris using things the player can't see to communicate with other characters. drawing on the window in the diner. 80% as much honey on toast as usual. silly faces and nodding/shaking their head. changing the tone of what we make them say to make it clear that they mean it differently. i love that it's shown time and time again that kris ISN'T apathetic about anything. kris wants friends. kris has boundaries and wants mom to know that what she did made them feel bad. kris wants the people in their life to be happy and kris wants affection. i love kris deltarune
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You were busy absentmindedly gnawing on Valko’s arm like a feral, teething puppy. “Huh–”
Your voice was cut off as he stood up from his chair, turning toward you and picking your body clean off the ground.
“I’m gonna have to put you in air jail now, pup.”
“What?! Val, what are you– c’mon, why?” you flailed in his hold, arms and legs thrashing in the air, but his grip on your waist remained steady, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.
Realizing you weren't going to be put down anytime soon, you resorted to just pouting up at him, your body going completely limp like a doll being held up.
“You know why. You have been very distracting while I’m working.”
You looked down at his well developed arms, finding them littered with blooming red and purple bite marks. The view had the exact opposite effect on you, your cheeks flushed hot, and you practically drooled.
Valko gave you a light shake to snap your focus back to him. “Eyes on me now.”
“Five more minutes of this,” he said, tilting his head. It was the look of a man who was absolutely not playing.
“Then you’ll learn to be better behaved, won’t you?”
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