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can i get uuuhhhhh, general x recruit reader?? but like, dom/sub, and readers a twink who does whatever the general wants :3
Yes Sir.
Out of all of the things i expected people to request, that wasn't one of them for sure. what a weirdo you are, who in their right mind is attracted to anyone in the army🤢🤮
Content Warning: abuse of power, but that's pretty obvious, uuuhhh, giving oral to a loaded gun, thats something yall should be warned about ig, mentions of bleeding while giving oral, but dw its brief and bc of a dick not a firearm. General possessiveness, reader is amab and a twink ass bitch who does wtv hes told
If you see a typo feel free to hunt my editor/proof reader for sport
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The sunset barely peaks past the clouds, to the point where having a face pressed against the damp earth is as close as one would get to see a smidge of orange against an oppressive gray. The clouds themself, heavy with rain, caress the tips of cabins, descending low enough to cover the camp in a thick fog.
Despite this, dozens of heavy boots stomp through the grounds, a clear disdain in the eyes of the campers as the whistle blows for them to continue. It's not that they just can't see, but the heat has their shirts stuck to their skin, the heavy fabric of their camo pants giving them no relief. It is by far the worst midday of July, and they’re not dismissed until nightfall.
[N]’s luck was ultimately up for debate. On one hand, he’s in here, in the Lieutenant’s well-air-conditioned office, and has been for most of the day. On the other hand, he’s on his knees, the older man’s handgun is pressed against his lips, his cold eyes staring down at him in an manic look on his stoic face.
He can’t hide the way his body shakes, his tongue tracing the dull edges of the barrel, lips awkwardly surrounding it—it's the expected reaction when giving oral to a loaded gun. He brings more of it into his mouth, going as far as the trigger guard would allow him, fleetingly meeting Lieutenant Harper’s gaze, only for his mind to go blank again; fear mixing with sexual excitement. His dick stirs inside his briefs as the warm metal meets the back of his throat, but he ignores it completely. Gagging slightly, he pulls away from the weapon, gasping for breath after nearly choking himself. A small trail of spit remains between his lips and the pistol.
"You did well," The Lieutenant says in a slow, monotonous voice. "But I know you can do better."
With shaking hands, [N] wipes his mouth clean with the bottom half of his shirt before kissing the tip of the barrel once again, sucking it slowly without thought. He does so much better than last time. With each moment that passes through, he finds his arousal increasing. If he were anyone else, he'd be disgusted with what was happening, but these past few weeks have changed his opinion of the Lieutenant's actions.
got like 40 new followers, age in bio please!!!!!!!!!!
Positive Detective Affirmations
My wife will let me sleep in same bed as her if i crack the case
I am going to solve every unsolved mystery this weekend
I will overcome my addiction to sticking my cool detective revolver in my mouut
more ivory as a decomposing corpse. now !

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i am tenderly kissing every anon on the forehead
What won't you write about?
i mean, i write dark content, but i draw the line at pedo shit, surprisingly there's a hand full of people who dont
Can we request anything? Are their animes or shows or movies you know you are willing to write? Do we just request DND monsters/creatures?
i really wanna write for some animes but i just haven't watched any in so long bc of my classes 😔, i could probably do great pretender, balance unlimited, nezha reborn and maybe heaven's official blessing
but no, the monsters aren't where it stops, anything, from vague plots or the most detailed prompt you can conjure, maybe a boss that's a little too touchy, or a professor that you always seem to bump into on campus, anything, really
HUGE fan of the orc content
theres just something about a seven foot tall stocky man with green skin and a dick the size of your thigh who ruts into you hes drunk off your entire being
WAIT NO I MISSED THE CHANCE TO SAY THE ULTIMATE JOKE---
YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ELSE IS HUGE???
HUGE fan of the orc content
theres just something about a seven foot tall stocky man with green skin and a dick the size of your thigh who ruts into you hes drunk off your entire being

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have you heard of degrees of lewdity?
dont.
since you asked and im interested.... cockwarming father james in a confessional ;))
aww yeah
CW: yeah ok so not cockwarming anymore, i got too into it and now its just stealth sex, amab genitalia
longer than 1k
no typos exist in this work
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[N]’s jaw slackens, twitching as he slowly lowers himself onto the priest's cock, his tight ring quivering around it like a velvet glove that wants nothing more than to be filled. His head rolls back against James' shoulder, exposing his euphoria-filled face while his hips buck up into the air in eagerness; gasping softly between each thrust upward, tongue flickering out to wet his lips again before they flutter shut and swallow them once more. It's almost enough to make [N] want to do something other than sit passively atop the gorgeous prick pumping inside of him—he's not entirely sure about doing it in such a place... But then those fingers slide from beneath his chin down his chest, wrapping themselves around his left nipple and tugging gently on it. And so instead of moving aside, or doing anything really except watching the hand squeeze that sensitive little nubbin hard enough to nearly break off, he decides just to give in and enjoy the feeling of being used...
The confessional is small and cramped, and it seems like even his breath echoes throughout it all, but Father James is eager to suggest they do it in here, "We can't get caught this way, no one will come in.." The priest whispers hoarsely as his hands reach for [N]'s hips, gripping tightly and lifting the younger male's ass upwards slightly, sliding his dick deeper within the warm depths until [N] is snug on his lap. James smirks at [N] who moans deeply and shivers excitedly under the older man, his eyelids growing heavy as his arousal grows, heat pooling low in his belly and spreading throughout his entire lower half; his breaths growing louder and heavier in tandem with his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
im planning a long piece, request some stuff in the mean time :]
guys please
Look at this fucking zucchini
IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDN'T SEE A TYPO 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇 🙇
hmm, thought i heard something.. its probably the wind

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what if I told you I just saw a typo
you hurriedly press anon on your message, laughing to yourself about your little joke. Sighing contently, you roll onto your stomach, exiting off of tumblr onto another stimulating app, already forgetting the comment. it's no lie, no joke, no matter how many badly cropped stock images of people holding guns—there are typos, and grammatical errors and the images only get funnier when you spot them. It enhances the comedy, doesn't it?
mindlessly, you roll around the twin-size mattress that's housed your body every night, fidgeting as you scroll through several memes you've already seen, your lips are dry and god you're so bored, aren't you?
in between your mindless rolling, there's discomfort on your side, a lump against your midriff that presses uncomfortably against you. startled, you sit up, heart racing just a bit, looking down to where you lay down, where you always lie down and find an unfamiliar stuffed bear laying on its front. its little tail, flat from when you rolled on it, puffs up again from the lack of pressure.
it actually takes an embarrassingly long time for you to pick it up as if at any moment its head might snap backward to look at you with human eyes in place of usual ebony beads. taking it by the left arm, you hold it with your index and thumb, like it could harm you. the bear is standard, any kid under the age of four would be happy to receive it, to hold in close on dark nights. charmingly enough, there's a little plastic crown sowed onto its head, the cheap gold material reflecting your face to you. the bear's beaded eyes are empty, with no soul, no evil spirit watching back, just a regular bear.
where did you get this?
unafraid, you put your phone down next to you, holding the stuffed animal with both hands. the fur is soft but flat, you have to run your nails through it gently to revive the fluff on the bear's belly. this isn't a new stuffed bear; it's worn out with love, in fact, you now notice how its plastic crown is hanging by two loose threads. there's something nostalgic about the toy, but then again, there's something nostalgic about every toy. holding it by both its arms, you make the stuffed toy wave its nubs around, doing a little jig.
somewhere out there, a kid is missing this bear, so really, where did you get this? you don't remember picking it up from somewhere, but it's in your bedroom, on your bed, the one you've been on all day.
you hum to yourself, going over your entire day, your entire week, trying to see where in your memory this bear pops up. but then you feel something.
it doesn't hurt. A lot of people say that a bullet through the head is a painless death, but that doesn't mean it comes without sensation. because you defiantly feel it. you feel it make an impact with the skin of your head and graze your skull, and for a split second that does hurt, and if you had any real time to react you would've flinched, but the bullet is already past the skull. the rounded metal kisses the outer membrane of your optical lobe, you know, the part that handles vision? that becomes obvious when the corners of your eyes blacken and the colors become wrong.
if you had the ability, you compliment how the bullet is going straight between the left and right side of your brain, ripping through your auditory and hypoglossal nerves, along with many others. when it passes through your cerebrum your muscles tense, though there's no assuring you actually feel it. as it rips to your frontal lobe, your lungs give out their last breath, and you think a lot of things, and you want to verbalize them, to say anything, to say "ow" or something else like that, and to your benefit, your jaw does slack and you look like you're about to say it.
but it's too late for last words. what are your last thoughts?
im planning a long piece, request some stuff in the mean time :]